Tigger_the_Wing wrote:I was born in London to a mother from Yorkshire and a father from Berkshire; we moved to Kent when I was five to be near my Welsh grandfather. We lived opposite people from Norfolk and I went to school with Irish kids.
Jesus H Christ! What a mess!
I was born in Yorkshire to a mother from Gloucestershire and a father from London who grew up in California, but I didn't do much moving around while growing up, except to see relatives in the South in the holidays, and then I had 4 years in Edinburgh and the last 18 years in Italy. I thought I had a vocal identity crisis, oscillating from anodyne "sophisticated-educated" Home Counties bourgeoise cadences to a rustic and cynical Yorkshire drawl (some people even take me for Italian now, which is worrying!), but I can't imagine what kind of wierd accent you must have (or maybe you have none at all... perhaps that's what you mean by "There was never any question that I had 'an accent', as did everyone around me"???)
Accents are interesting, the way they establish your identity and the way people see you (and sometimes judge you)
I liked what Elvalia's
mum said... It conjures up scenes of secluded hamlets and homesteads cut off by the snow in the storm-torn wildernesses of "the Sword Coast" and the locals dressing in traditional costumes and carrying muskets to go hunting wolverines and uprooting red plants (we don't look at the BAD COLOUR!) etc... but in my rather schizophrenically cosmopolitan case it ain't really true... I've kind of invented an accent in Italian that combines Roman, Neapolitan and Puglian dialects (with a touch of English in certain consonants)... unfortunately I still oscillate between diametrically opposed accents when speaking English, although after a while I do tend to slip back into Yorkshire dialect when I go back to the old homeland and speak to the local yokels!
I wonder if Elvalia has heard the West Country Somerset and Gloucester Pam Ayres style rowlly-powlly accent... It's definitely my personal favourite!
Wer moight bee tha' blaackbuurd? Oi know wer 'ee bee!
'Ee be in yaan' tuurnep field, 'n' oi bee aafter 'ee!
Ooh, it just makes me melt inside!
And Pastafarians should like it, 'cos it's kind of guttural and piratey. uuuarr... thaat's roight me 'earties!