excessively or affectedly quaint, pretty, or sentimental.
No, it’s not a typo. It’s rant time.
The answerphone. When it first came out in, I guess, the early eighties, till generally being replaced by voicemail towards the turn of the millennium, the device was a big novelty for some people.
Generally I could tolerate the Elvis “Please leave a message, thank your vair muuuuuuuuuch, ah-ha” comedy messages. However my pet hate, where I would never leave a message was the twee answerphone announcement (“recann” in telecoms jargon). Let me give you an example.
You have reached Camberley 01252 123456, the home of Fred Smith…
…The one, the only, Lucy Smith…
…And Mister Toby Smith…
Voice 1 again:
Otherwise known as… [cue self-congratulatory giggles]
…The notorious Smith Gang! [cue more self-congratulatory giggles]
We can’t take your call a this time, because we’re either at work, playing golf, at bridge club, too lazy to come to the phone, cooking a banquet or having a siesta, so please do leave a message, and we’ll call you back…
…AS SOON AS WE POSSIBLY CAAAAAAAAAAN! [cue yet more self-congratulatory giggles]
The hours of my time I have wasted listening to such attempts at “comedy,” I dread to think. Usually it’s to tell someone their documents have arrived, and can the call in to the office to collect and sign.
Have a twee day, won’t you!