East lundun mush, no wot I mean guv, the cockney twang, vocabulary, and dialect is peculiar to east of the square mile, saff lundun has a slightly different accent, as does west london, 2 citys, Westminster, and london, three accents, and speech patterns, be lucky.Any reason why only sarf London gets an option?
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Old but gold, and all to familiar to me everytime I have give personal details over the phone I have to spell out everything, First Name, Surname, House Name, Village, Nearest Postal Town etc etc
Spot on about the social class/accents in Edinburgh. Even in SE London the accent changes dynamically due to age and location. Not many propped Londoners left any more...they all moved to Edinburgh for the cheap houses.
Looks like I have lost a lot of my London lingo! Bugger!Curiously just a couple of weeks ago I posted this:
Bastard mix here. Grew up in Staffordshire, after the army lived in north Wales and have now lived in Hampshire for 18 years. If I speak to my parents on the phone, the missus tells me immediately how my accent reverts to my youth. Mind you, she is also a Staffordshire ex-pat, and her family are from Stoke, poor cow.My accent is also a bastardised mix; of Brummie (not Black Country - bloody Yammers) and Mancunian, again depending on the occasion.
SWMBO says I have a Brummie accent normally but my Manc comes to the forefront when I'm annoyed or when I come back from visiting family back in Gods city. She even reckons its gets stronger just talking to my mum and dad on the phone.
Even the NYT says I am not British enough!
Mine is still raw east end cockney, living up here 125 miles north of Clapton pond, for the last 31 years, I haven't lost it, in fact it helps break the ice. My children, all london kids, have still a smattering of the dialect, and my old lady retains her mile end speech patterns. It took a few months to adapt to the regional dialect of the Black country, and 15 miles away is Birmingham, a different dialect entirely. 20 minutes away, is Staffordshire, again another dialect, and Shropshire is but 30 minutes away, another dialect to master. All the regional accents, dialect, have their own words for the same article, bread rolls, are cobs, a hill is a bonk. ( Bank- incline) the list is endless, Your comment about barrow boys, is about right, only I get called Arfur Daly, Del boy, and that cockney git, and the usual boring song and dance routine....." Kness up muvver brahn" which the yam-yams* think is hilarious. (* Black country folk, used as a derogatory term by brummies''', sworn enemies)My accent is out and Cockney, many are surprised when they hear me talk and then find out what I do for a living, everyone seems to think all Cockneys should be/are Barrow boys
I was at a party once in Shoreditch, everyone saying how great being a "Londoner" was. Out of the 20 odd "Londoners" there only 2 where actually born in London. Everyone else moved there after uni. All very surreal.My father 92, born graces alley, off cable street, Stepney, ( Army No 14943493) he told me years ago , that before the war, you could tell not only the area of east london that a bloke came from, but the street, Hitler solved that problem, as the bombing dispersed the old established families into the new towns and suburbs. There are not many old original families left in that small part of east london, (E1) its all trendies and bloody hipsters.