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The cheapest legal high you can get

If I had a pálinka for every great idea I’ve had that’s come to nothing, I’d be in a state of permanent inebriation. I could live out the rest of my days high on the fumes of failed ambition. Great ideas I can do. It’s making them happen that confounds me. Not, of course, because I’m incapable; more because I just can’t be bothered. There always seems to be something else to do, something more important, something more immediate.

Over a lingering lunch about six years ago in a restaurant called Vadász just behind Arany Janos metro station, I sat in the almost surreal British-pub like interior with my good friend Gretchen Meddaugh. We were bemoaning the fact that so many people in Budapest had yet to appreciate that speaking in public is one of the best, and cheapest, legal highs a body can get. Forget the pálinka – if you needed something to make you feel alive, all you had to do was to get in front of a microphone and speak.

As the conversation bounced back and forth, we parsed and analysed the various forums in the city that facilitated speaking in front of an audience and decided that it needed one more – one that was unfettered by rules and regulations, one that was unstilted rather than scripted, one where people could come in to their own. And Gretchen made me do it.

Since then, each year (bar one), expats and Hungarians alike have been testing their mettle, getting on stage in front of friends and strangers alike to see if they have that gift which is universally attributed to the Irish  – the gift of the gab. And yet after five successful seasons, which have produced five stellar finalists, there’s not one Irish person to be seen amongst them. The mind boggles.

GT2The gift of the gab is variously defined as (i) to talk idly or incessantly, as about trivial matters, (ii) the ability to talk readily, glibly, and convincingly, and (iii) the ability to speak easily and confidently in a way that makes people want to listen to you and believe you.

In two weeks’ time, on Friday, 18th September, the Final of the Finalists takes place.  Rupert Slade (2010, English), Patrick McMenamin (2012, Scottish), Hans Peterson (2013, American), Viktor Morandini (2014, Hungarian), and Jennifer Walker (2015, English) will compete to see which one of them has that unequivocally Irish trait, that ability to talk to just about anyone, just about anywhere, about just about anything.

For those of you who have yet to attend the charity speech slam (where have you been?), it goes like this. Each contestant gives a five-minute prepared speech on a topic of their choice and a three-minute impromptu on a topic suggested by the audience. [And we’ve had some doozies over the years – can you imagine speaking for three minutes about peas? Or curtains? Or pavements? Or why bird poop is black and white?] Five judges chosen on the night will decide who gets to take home the trophy.

It’s all happening at the New Orleans Music Club on Lovag utca in the VI kerulet and kicks off at 7.30 pm. Doors open at 6.15 pm for those who’d like to eat. Tickets can be purchased from the venue (10am – 5pm) and cost 2000-2500 huf. All proceeds (every single forint) go to the Irish Hungarian Business Circle’s Give a Little charity campaign that supports Topház Speciális Otthon a Special Needs home in Göd. See www.speechslam.com for more details. Come along. Be entertained. Support the cause. In today’s world of redundant political rhetoric, it’s not often that you get the opportunity to see hot air and bluster do some good.

First published in the Budapest Times 4 September 2015

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  1. stcoemgen
    stcoemgen says:

    … can you imagine speaking for three minutes about:

    – peas

    As a gardener, talking about peas for three minutes is not a problem. From planting, growing harvesting, to cooking.

    – curtains

    Windows in our homes are the private pictures we have of world, and curtains are the frames. The types of curtains we have tell a lot about who we are artistically, esthetically and emotionally. They act not just in a practical manner, but also indicate how we each balance our private and public life by finding our individual balance between letting in enough light to match our moods and inner world while also limiting intrusion from the outside. And the curtains on a stage represent not just the starting and closing of each act, but also the eventual finale — not unlike the different stages in our own lives. Curtains certainly provide a great deal of verbal rumination for the realist, psychologist or the metaphysicist. Talking about curtains for even 10 minutes would not be a problem.

    – pavements

    Talking about peas and curtains are easy, but pavement would be a bit more hard…. (yes there is a little humor in the show each and every evening). From history, such as how the pavement stones of the Roman roads (many still in Hungary) that allowed the Roman army to maintain an empire, to the public-private relationship that a sidewalk has between a home owner the the public. Three minutes could be done.

    – why bird poop is black and white

    I admit professional bias there, and as a biologist I could talk about that for not just 3 minutes but 30. Birds metabolize their nitrogen wastes not as urea, as we do, but as a uric acid white paste. This type of nitrogen waste metabolism has certain benefits, such as allowing the bird to retain more water. The dark colors (which are not alway black but can represent other colors due to diet, such as purple colors when certain berries are ripe) are from the normal waste processing in the alimentary canal (i.e. the feces). And of course these two products in birds are excreted simultaneous from the cloaca. Now let me go into more detail about ….

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