I was on the DLR earlier, coming back from my daily trundle. It was about mid afternoon and the carriage was nice and quiet. That was rather fortunate for me as, for various reasons, the trip had been slightly stressful. Towards the back of my carriage, though, I started to hear someone listening to some kind of recording, obviously on their phone. It was too quiet for me to make out properly, but the recording sounded like it was of a frantic voice with an American accent. I couldn’t hear what they were saying though. It then struck me that there were two possibilities for what it could be: it was either an American evangelical preacher, furiously ordering everyone to repent and demanding money for it; or it was someone commentating on an American wrestling match. Both employ the same high pitched, frantic tone of voice oscillating between awe and fury. Yet what amused me most was that, if that was the case, then at the end of the day, it didn’t matter which it was, as both are just as nonsensical. The person speaking so rapidly in the recording was doing so to convince those listening to believe either that the world was created by an omnipotent god who will send us all to hell if we doubt his existence, or that two weirdly-dressed men are beating each other up, when they are obviously only pretending to do so. Both use the same tone of voice to try to sell things which are equally absurd.