What REALLY pisses me off...
Jan 2nd 2008 | 6:50 am
#106
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From: Europe (to be specified).
you need one of those lumberjack types for that...
Jan 2nd 2008 | 6:51 am
#108
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Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
Jan 2nd 2008 | 6:59 am
#110
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Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
ooh, a bunch of Northerners!
I'm a Monkey Hanger born & bred
I'm a Monkey Hanger born & bred
Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:00 am
#112
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Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:08 am
#114
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Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:32 am
#115
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Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:34 am
#117
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Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
You do need to modify your vocabulary a bit - I don't care what anyone says. The accent can stay the same, or change - whatever ...
I bemused my daughter's Grade 2 class the other week by asking them to pick up all their 'rubbish' and put it in the 'bin'. Completely forgot where I was
But when I hand someone their 'lah-tay' at work, they just smile politely and/or take the mickey about such an English cup of coffee.
I find I do roll my rrrr's a bit - but I always did that anyway, with parents from the north of Ireland. I spent six weeks over there as a child, and came back speaking 'like a native' !!
I think I have a good ear for accents, and tune in well. Many don't or can't.
Needs must - sometimes ....
I bemused my daughter's Grade 2 class the other week by asking them to pick up all their 'rubbish' and put it in the 'bin'. Completely forgot where I was
But when I hand someone their 'lah-tay' at work, they just smile politely and/or take the mickey about such an English cup of coffee.
I find I do roll my rrrr's a bit - but I always did that anyway, with parents from the north of Ireland. I spent six weeks over there as a child, and came back speaking 'like a native' !!
I think I have a good ear for accents, and tune in well. Many don't or can't.
Needs must - sometimes ....
Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:36 am
#118
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From: Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada
Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
Originally Posted by dbd33
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.
Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:42 am
#119
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Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
When I was looking for the lyrics I found this link
http://www.learningcurve.gov.uk/snap...snapshot21.htm
There's a list of the names of the 84men who died there. Perhaps a family name is in it?
Let's not think of tomorrow,
Lest we disappointed be;
Our joys may turn to sorrow,
As we all may daily see.
Today we're strong and healthy,
But how soon there comes a change.
As we may see from the explosion
That has been at Trimdon Grange.
Men and boys left home that morning
For to earn their daily bread,
Little thought before the evening
They'd be numbered with the dead;
Let us think of Mrs Burnett,
Once had sons and now has none -
With the Trimdon Grange explosion,
Joseph, George and James are gone.
February left behind it
What will never be forgot;
Weeping widows, helpless children
May be found in many a cot.
Little children kind and loving
From their homes each day would run;
For to meet their father's coming
As each hard day's work was done.
Now they ask if father's left them,
And the mother hangs her head,
With a weeping widow's feelings,
Tells the child its father's dead.
Homes that once were blessed with comfort
Guided by a father's care
Now are solemn, sad and gloomy,
Since the father is not there.
God protect each lonely widow,
Help to raise each drooping head;
Be a Father to the orphans,
Never let them cry for bread.
Death will pay us all a visit;
They have only gone before.
We may meet the Trimdon victims
Where explosions are no more
Jan 2nd 2008 | 7:43 am
#120
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From: The Warmland
Re: What REALLY pisses me off...
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.
