Years ago, the Missus and I were in an eatery someplace on the Merchant City (the culinary details are both vague in my recollection and irrelevant to the anecdote).
We were sat upstairs and there was a general conversational hubbub within the estalishment.
I became aware of a distinctive sounding voice cutting through the murmering, it wasn't loud but the distinctive enunciation caused it to carry.
I said to 'er indoors "Someone sounds a bit like Motty".
Not for the first time in our marriage she had no clue what I was talking about, so I proffered an explanation and went about quenching hunger pangs.
A wee while later I went to the loo and, lo and behold, it WAS Motty sat in the downstairs bit of the establishment.
His distinctive voice and natural projection ensured I'd heard him upstairs.
RIP fella.

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