I don't have an American accent. I have picked up a couple of American phrases, I've also learnt to annunciate more and have learnt to talk slower so that I'm understood, but I can revert at will.
Well put it this way, when I call family back home they frequently comment on how I still sound British to them. I don't sound the same as when I left, as I said, it's more that I have learnt to speak slowly and annunciate more because noone every understood what I was saying at first. They still don't when I speak normal speed and don't annunciate properly.
Yeah but... they are used to hearing you. The question is what character can you pull off when you do into the cheese. (Pun intended) Could you sit beside dear cuth-ahem and chat away about bollocks and walk out without him ever cottoning you are a "septic ****" (his words)
That would be the intention. To see how long I could.talk about the strangest things until he figures out a) I must be from this forum. b) who from the forum I am.
Well he'd know right off as none of the rest of us are going to talk snails and combines. I'd prob try to start with specific characters referenced on here. Like denise's sambuca nights are better than thai ladyboy bights. Maybe say how's Kenny?
I have a friend with an Irish mother and English father. She was brought up in Ireland but has lived half her life over here. She definitely still sounds Irish, but when back over there they tell her she sounds English. You might well pass muster, but I wouldn't be too confident just because Yanks think you sound like a Brit. Remember once someone thought you were Korean.
I've always heard it depends when you move. Before adolescence, you're very likely to lose your accent when you move. After adolescence and pretty much your accent will stick with you for life... Unless you're trying to change your accent. My sister went to university in Bristol and withinna month was sounding like a Southerner, but we all think she was faking it. She's been faking it so long now it's probably stuck.
now you're going to suspect every weird stranger in the cheese that talks to you about something odd is me.
Maybe you need to reckon of stale piss and vomit or you'll stand out like a sore thumb How many strangers ever get to the inner sanctum within the cheese to actually meet the Lord of carling.
I suspect many fall before they pass the threshold, but I intend to take a combine harvester to speed me past the danger.
You don't invite the newbies into the beer garden to watch snail racing with you? I hope someone does.
Just been told I have a badly broken elbow which will need to be cast. Could really do without this **** at the moment
