Styleygeek assists with a crime!

(The solving of it, not the committing.)

Our resident phonetician often gets called on by the police for forensic consulting work. I've always wondered about what secret-squirrel techniques he applies to the recordings they give him, and today I found out.

He gets people like me to listen to a tape of someone yelling, "Open the fucking cash register, mate!" ninety eight times, and asks, "Does that sound like a New Zealander to you?"

To which I was able to reply with a definitive, "No! Uh, that is... No? Actually, maybe just a little bit. Could be... No, I don't really think so, but I wouldn't rule it out."

Just call me Veronica Mars.