Julie McDowall experiences synaesthesia, a cross-wiring of sensations where sights may have sounds, numbers may spark smells, or, in her case, words trigger tastes. What does your name taste like?
Catherine is a Rusk dipped in chocolate and coffee
Antonio is a bowl of Frosties, turning soggy.
Rebecca is shortbread and Feeney is a watery, weak onion
Paul…the fondant inside a Creme Egg.
Bryan is coconut caught between my teeth
Though literally experienced by McDowall thanks to an exceptional brain condition, her definitions are clearly just right. It reminds me of The Meaning of Liff. Someone should give McDowall a book deal to write The Meaning of Biff.
