What REALLY pisses me off...
#91
I am greatly saddened by the loss of my accent. I haven't gone native to the extent of using "hockey" to mean "ice hockey", I don't drive on "tires", and I don't end my sentences with "eh?". Nonethless, me voice aint what it was. I now have to concentrate in order to give Americans orgasms verbally.
#93

I don't give a hoot which accent people speak. I am flabbergasted that someone would get so upset and worked up over something so trivial
In fact, this is getting a wee bit scarey
#94
I am greatly saddened by the loss of my accent. I haven't gone native to the extent of using "hockey" to mean "ice hockey", I don't drive on "tires", and I don't end my sentences with "eh?". Nonethless, me voice aint what it was. I now have to concentrate in order to give Americans orgasms verbally.
#95
I never once said that my accent has changed so why would you say that I had a corny cringy pretendy Canadian accent 
I don't give a hoot which accent people speak. I am flabbergasted that someone would get so upset and worked up over something so trivial
In fact, this is getting a wee bit scarey 

I don't give a hoot which accent people speak. I am flabbergasted that someone would get so upset and worked up over something so trivial
In fact, this is getting a wee bit scarey 
#101
Don't worry Annie - I'll stick up for you...
...to an extent!
In my former life we had a guy from Stoke come and visit the office where I worked in Manchester. He was a big boss in the Head Office in the states and had obviously succumbed to the disease of which you speak. Everything was "awesome" and it sounded like he was putting a stateside drawl onto his north-midlands accent. That combined with his polished white smile and the fact that he looked like he spent three hours a day on a sunbed merely added to the impression that this was someone trying too hard to fit in with his American puppet-masters. He'd only been over there three years.
As for me: Well - here in the backwaters of the fringes of the GTA I noticed some people struggling to understand what I was talking about - so I found myself using some North American words in order to get them to understand...
One thing I steadfastly refuse to do, however, is change my accent so they get, in effect, their language spoken with a Mancunian accent. I feel then that everybody wins.
So it's "gaaahbidge" not "goirbedge" I put out on a Monday night, when I need a pee I go to the "woshroom", not the "warshrum" and I "line-up" at the counter with everybody else - the word "queue" not being in in the vocabulary here.
I still ask for "toMAAAHtoes" on my sandwich though. My mouth is just not built to say "toMAYtoes".
On a more positive note to my fellow Northerners, I've already got one of my most steadfastly Canadian work-colleagues swearing like a true Manc - "You're talkin' SHITE!" now being a part of her vernacular.
...to an extent!

In my former life we had a guy from Stoke come and visit the office where I worked in Manchester. He was a big boss in the Head Office in the states and had obviously succumbed to the disease of which you speak. Everything was "awesome" and it sounded like he was putting a stateside drawl onto his north-midlands accent. That combined with his polished white smile and the fact that he looked like he spent three hours a day on a sunbed merely added to the impression that this was someone trying too hard to fit in with his American puppet-masters. He'd only been over there three years.
As for me: Well - here in the backwaters of the fringes of the GTA I noticed some people struggling to understand what I was talking about - so I found myself using some North American words in order to get them to understand...
One thing I steadfastly refuse to do, however, is change my accent so they get, in effect, their language spoken with a Mancunian accent. I feel then that everybody wins.
So it's "gaaahbidge" not "goirbedge" I put out on a Monday night, when I need a pee I go to the "woshroom", not the "warshrum" and I "line-up" at the counter with everybody else - the word "queue" not being in in the vocabulary here.
I still ask for "toMAAAHtoes" on my sandwich though. My mouth is just not built to say "toMAYtoes".
On a more positive note to my fellow Northerners, I've already got one of my most steadfastly Canadian work-colleagues swearing like a true Manc - "You're talkin' SHITE!" now being a part of her vernacular.
#103
I am greatly saddened by the loss of my accent. I haven't gone native to the extent of using "hockey" to mean "ice hockey", I don't drive on "tires", and I don't end my sentences with "eh?". Nonethless, me voice aint what it was. I now have to concentrate in order to give Americans orgasms verbally.
#104
you need one of those lumberjack types for that...My Dad used to say gan an get the coal out the cree (thats why I thought it was a shed)
#105
I reckon that down through the passage of time I will sound more and more like Mrs Doubtfire






