Oh, but I don't! I mastered all those other important things that you have to learn early on in life, like how to ride a bike, swim, play the recorder and pat my head at the same time as rub my stomach and I must say, none of them have come in very useful since. So maybe whistling wouldn't either but, still, I just wish I could, in case one day I have the urge to join in with Otis, Bobby McFerrin, that B&Q advert with the Peter, Bjorn and John song, or serenade the local robin. I can do the oral gymnastics required to make a bottle-neck sing and get a thick blade of grass to shriek like a banshee between my thumbs, but I couldn't do a Roger Whittaker impression to save my life, even if I did grow a beard (which is probably more likely, given my age).
How do you do it? “You just put your lips together and blow” says Lauren Bacall in 'To Have and Have Not', making it sound simple, but I pout and puff and all that happens is... well, something like this...
One day I will whistle, I will.
I bet you can!
