I was recently invited to guest blog on why I like Toastmasters. So here it is.
When I was first asked if I was interested in joining
Toastmasters I instantly imagined formidable and pompous gentlemen in red tuxedos toasting the
queen and her realms and territories. But my vision was far from reality, the red coat is a red herring.
My inaugural visit to Berkhamsted Toastmasters was to the “humorous
speaking contest” – an evening of pre-prepared, often amusing and often just
weird, presentations on a wide variety of subjects. One of the speeches that I
still clearly recall detailed what happens after the coffin goes beyond the
curtains at a crematorium. The speaker regaled us with how the coffin is
re-used and the poor departed repays society as the latest bio-fuel. This is
black humour by any standards, and I’m an avid fan of “the league of gentlemen”.