The accent game
Being from Melbourne understanding accents is part of day to day life.
I can tell what a Vietnamese shop keeper is saying.
My Indian taxi driver is easy to understand.
The African bus driver is a doddle.
So I thought in London the last thing I would have trouble with would be accents.
Wrong.
Eastern European accents are my kryptonite.
I have no idea what they are saying.
In a restaurant the other day I asked for what drinks were available.
I understood one out of a list of 8.
7up.
I don’t even like 7up, but she had been through the list twice already, and I thought a third time might be pushing the friendship.
I will learn the Eastern European accent.
It is imperative over here, well imperative if you want to the waiter to get your order right.
And I do, I really do.
2 Comments »
Leave a Reply
-
Recent Comments
lynsey on It aint no raptor claw, it… Pat on It aint no raptor claw, it… lynsey on It aint no raptor claw, it… Pat on It aint no raptor claw, it… lynsey on It aint no raptor claw, it…
my latest book
-
My Photos
More Photos
you wait until Sunday when you get hit by a full blown cockney!
I understand eastern europeans, but none of them understand me!
They seem to understand me, for the most part.