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Referring to sexy voices (as I was yesterday) reminded me of the radio actress Marjorie Westbury, whose voice used to turn me on as a cunt-struck teenager. She played the role of Paul Temple’s wife Steve in a radio dramatisation of the detective stories written by Francis Durbridge. From the sound of her voice, I imagined her to be a sex-goddess worthy of a Penthouse centrefold (although the reference is anachronistic). Until Emma came along, Steve was frequently the idol to whom I donated my nightly libations. It was only a couple of years later that I saw the photograph of her which shattered my adolescent dream. This is how producer David Spencer describes Marjorie Westbury in his Radio Memories: “She was completely rotund like a rather large football, but small by most standards. When she sat on a sofa her feet never touched the ground but used to dangle some inches off it. She never rehearsed without her knitting; the delicate unobtrusive clicking of her needles was as much a part of her as her sweet-sounding ever-youthful voice.” The knitting reference rubbed salt in the wound. If she’d had the body and face to match her voice, there would have been an abundance of images of Westbury on the web. As it is, I could find only two.
Referring to sexy voices (as I was yesterday) reminded me of the radio actress Marjorie Westbury, whose voice used to turn me on as a cunt-struck teenager. She played the role of Paul Temple’s wife Steve in a radio dramatisation of the detective stories written by Francis Durbridge. From the sound of her voice, I imagined her to be a sex-goddess worthy of a Penthouse centrefold (although the reference is anachronistic). Until Emma came along, Steve was frequently the idol to whom I donated my nightly libations. It was only a couple of years later that I saw the photograph of her which shattered my adolescent dream. This is how producer David Spencer describes Marjorie Westbury in his Radio Memories: “She was completely rotund like a rather large football, but small by most standards. When she sat on a sofa her feet never touched the ground but used to dangle some inches off it. She never rehearsed without her knitting; the delicate unobtrusive clicking of her needles was as much a part of her as her sweet-sounding ever-youthful voice.” The knitting reference rubbed salt in the wound. If she’d had the body and face to match her voice, there would have been an abundance of images of Westbury on the web. As it is, I could find only two.
