….and then she saw your shoes and the spell was broken 🙂

Scouser, but after 20+ years down in Berks, it’s a lot softer than a proper one.

Cougar – Moderator
Nah, then we’d just argue about whether it was a real accent or just a dialect with a lid.

😆

New potatoes in flour?

Raw potatoes would’ve been better but yeah, LOLZ reading that. 🙂

As Yak, really – southern nothingness. Even the little bit of Berkshire R has gone nowadays.

I grew up in Surrey, and haven’t moved far. Accent is standard SE nothingness.

I can do a fair line in West Country drawl since my folks moved down there but that’s just for taking the piss.

Americans melt at the sound.

Get away from the tourist areas and pretty much any British accent will do that. In Orlando no-one bats an eyelid; in Hicksville, Kentucky I’ve literally had jaws drop.

It’s kind of weird, it felt a bit like being a rock star. It actually got a bit wearing after a while, everyone wants to know all about you and exactly where you’re from (despite invariably having minimal knowledge of non-US Geography). I sussed the answer to this in the end. I tried “near Blackburn” (back when they were top of the Premiership and I figured reasonably well known) – nothing. “Near Manchester” – nope. “Near Liverpool” – “aah, Liverpool, the Beatles!!” Everyone knows and loves Liverpool (even if they couldn’t find it on a map if their lives depended on it).

Interesting that many of the folks from the South don’t perceive themselves as having any accent at all.

You really do.

Born in North West Durham and lived half my life there ..a bit in the middle where I moved into Mackem territory for a while ( thankfully that didn’t effect anything ) ..last 20 years in Noth West Nothumberland ..(but my Dad has lived here since 1969.)
So pretty mixed up ..kinda Geordie lite.. 😀

[video]https://youtu.be/HmYTWlvXuoM[/video]

Interesting that many of the folks from the South don’t perceive themselves as having any accent at all.

You really do.

Agreed, but it covers such a wide area that it becomes difficult to pinpoint exactly where in the south you hail from.

Get away from the tourist areas and pretty much any British accent will do that.

Unless you’re Scottish, in which case, before they melt, you need to endure a twenty minute explantion of their “Scotch-Irish” ancestry before they ask if you might have heard of their great-great-great -great- uncle Willie McDonald from Skye.

Spent my whole life not moving more than about 30 miles so fairly broad Doric. Kids all speak “properly” as the wife says as we stay in what is basically a commuter town for Aberdeen so lots of different accents

Proper Caaardiff like, I’m from Basra innit. (sad but true)

Faded Dumfriesshire (Annan). I’ve lived in Edinburgh for 22 years and needed to make myself understood to these well-spoken types (without ridicule) so dropped some of the more specialist tones/ language but retained the inescapable vocal indicator of a Dumfriessian upbringing: that a word with “ou” in the middle requires a “w” sound when spoken:

Pound = “Pouwnd”
Round = “Rouwnd”.

Anyone from the area can spot a fellow Dumfriessian even when in disguised accent from that vowel pronounciation!

And I still use the term “coupit ewe*” Ewe being pronounced “yeouwe”! Meaning a tipped over sheep. As in

“Ah tripped ower that kerb when I was pished the ither night and was lying in in the street like a cowpit yeouwe”. A cowpit yeouwe is the rural Dumfriessian’s worst nightmare, I rescued many as a youngster.

And “shan” in Edinburgh is used interchangeably with shame but in Dumfriesshire a “shan” is an embarrassment.

“Ma mam keeps wearin’ that aul’shell suit top when she gans shoppin, it’s a total shan”.

Which could also be said as “ma mam aie ways shans us up when she gans shoppin in her aul’ shell suit top”

I love accents and dialects. 🙂

Forgot to say, if yow wotch tharold bleck countray pubs videeyur on yow chewub (the one worropowstid) – switch them captions on iss a good loff ayet!? (LOFFOL!)

(them compyowters n thet, they cor gerret royet)

I love Yam Yams (Wolverhampton?) too.

And worked in Shropshire for a few months and was more than impressed with their language of Salopian and took massive offense when someone said to me “how bist thou jockey lad?” thinking they were ripping me for being Scots. Not realising jockey was a term for mate. 😀

And I still use the term “coupit ewe*”

I actually said that this morning in reference to our puppy who was lying sleeping in the middle of the floor on her back with four feet in the air and her tongue hanging out. 🙂

As close to no accent as I can get, but most people would probably label it as generic southern England.

educated northern, I guess, probably identifiable as just about yorkshire. It’s what I was brought up speaking and I was given a hard time at school for being posh. Many years elsewhere inc 14 of London didn’t do that much to it, except of course when giving directions in the street (“yeah mate, you wanna do a left dahn there init!”), that still kicks in when I’m down there, which I often am. In London I was often told I spoke like a northerner but now I’m back with no accent…

North West Cumbrian. But not Maryport/Workington.

I’ve been accused of being Geordie and Scottish too.

queensferry with a twist of leith…

very scottish and sweary

I’m common coal mining north Notts. There’s no Hs where I come from – I went to school in ‘Ucknall – and there’s a lot of slang –
Gioore scrattin!
‘E c**t stop a pig inna gennel
Oo worra wi? Worra wi me mam or worra wi mesen?
Etc

I’ve lived Hampshire for over 25 years though and my brother reckons I’ve picked up some southern (I do say ‘laatte’) but we’re moving to Sheffield next month so I’ll probably revert to type in about a week….. 🙂

Glaswegian, which tends to become thicker the further I get away from home? Depending on where I find myself it can have a Dowanhill slant or a Blackhill inflection.

I work in Stirling, eh? Never ceases to amaze me, they all talk like there in a different planet, ken. It’s only 20 mins from Glasgow.

Without a doubt whilst traveling up the Uists on my bike, the people there and their accents are the best bar none. Thoroughly charming.

fairly neutral from spending time in the smoke, light worcestershire/herefordshire with the odd bit of black country and cornish and a very subtle hint occasionally of posh glasgow.

when in cider country though, i’m a hobbit.

nice one Malvern, what a great little film. Thanks for posting

Yorkshire/Barry Island/Warwickshire combination. I just sound like a farmer.

Manx, a proper one yessir, not the sort that sounds more like a Scouser. Cav, for example.

Originally from Motherwell here too, but my accent’s pretty much standard-issue soft West of Scotland.

Not sure I could explain the difference between a Glasgow and Lanarkshire accent, but I reckon I could distinguish between them in a “Pepsi-Challenge” type scenario.

Feeling very nostalgic at the mention of Gowky. Witnessed a fantastic duel between two guys there, one armed with a butcher knife, the other with a tiny milk-pan.

Witnessed a fantastic duel between two guys there, one armed with a butcher knife, the other with a tiny milk-pan.

😆

I think i might have witnessed the rematch where an unarmed man was repeatedly stabbed with a madeira cake.

Mostly

Slightly softened by 20 years amongst yonners, but still there.

pyoor workin class ruggie/glezga south east. I suspect half of you would struggle to understand me! 😆

Not sure I could explain the difference between a Glasgow and Lanarkshire accent, but I reckon I could distinguish between them in a “Pepsi-Challenge” type scenario.

further east you get from motherwell the more chookterish it gets, you really start to tell the difference when you hear the differences in the words glezga/glezgy. cheeri-o/cheerie. When you start hearing the latter is where banjo sales start to increase exponentially! 😆

Speaking of dialects, I posted this a couple of years back. I’ll unlock the thread if anyone wants to have a go.

http://singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/prabux-imbux

North Leeds tempered by living in Bristol for over 20 years – fortunately I haven’t picked up any Bristolian inflections.

Luton, softened after 8 years in Bristol but not picked up any accent from down here.

fairly neutral from spending time in the smoke, light worcestershire/herefordshire with the odd bit of black country and cornish and a very subtle hint occasionally of posh Glasgow.

You’re me and I claim my foihverr!

I was once told I had a strong hampshire accent by someone who has no idea where i was from (they were correct). which is kind of bizarre as i didnt know hampshire had an accent (its a massive and varied county after all), let alone it could be strong.

Good god man, one of our greatest judges, Lord Denning, and one of the greatest voices to grace our airwaves, John Arlott, possessed fine Hampshire accents.

Ive been asked by if I was Edinburgh born and raised on three occasions this month. I put it down the them being from the west coast.

Theoretically, I should be a mix of rural Norfolk and rural Northamptonshire.

A great comment on regional accents

[video]https://youtu.be/4S8w7IUn4-g[/video]

If you’ve not read it then Pies and Prejudice by Stuart Marconi is a great read about why northern towns so geographically close have such wildly different dialects

My dad is from Leigh. When him and his old mates get together over a few beers they might as well be speaking Urdu, it’s that incomprehensible

He spent a lot of time working in France and speaks the language fluently, but there is truly nothing funnier than hearing my dad launch into fluent conversational French in a broad Leigh accent 😆

Like others a bit of a mongrel. Born in Nottinghamshire, moved to Yorkshire until I was 18, then went to uni in ‘ull, then lived in Brighton for 3 years and now lived in Sunderland for 8 years.

So it’s mainly Yorkshire with a bit of Mackem/Geordie thrown in. If I got back home for a day or so though I go full Yorkshire and start dropping h’s left right and centre. Does my other half head in as she can’t understand anything. We told her we were going to the ‘arbour bar down Scarborough seafront, to her it sounded like a Moroccan souk. It most definitely is not that.