The Blog The PhotoBlog The Current Robcam Image My Ever-Expanding Music Collection My Bookshelf NOT YET READY The basic info about me which you might need. She hates her job, but she won't leave. Instead she'll moan. Genius. Possibly crazy, but thankfully as inept financially as myself. My favourite blogging student lesbian. Not that there are loads. Just another student, raking his way through the daily pile of crap. Life in Canada. It's scarily poignant at times. Not preaching, more informing. With laughs, beer and tall tales. London's resident party animal and freebie fanatic. Can you feel the sleaziness? Yet another one of us blogging student types. Except he's funny. Sort of... Glorious b+w white photos of London and other places. Simply the most passionate blogger around. His days must be full to bursting with things to do just to put on the blog. A Scottish mother who loves the pipes. Read into that what you will. A great little blog by an American college girl. She even plays a British sport... Yet another of us blogging students. Yes, we really are that lazy. A Swedish (I think) guy who includes me in his 'Blogs As Literature' section. i.e. possibly mad. A London blogger who is fascinated by the overall concept of blogging. He's written a few papers on the subject too. One if the most dedicated blogs, a Londoner who gets up to fifty times as much stuff as I ever do. A British media student / graduate who loves his music. And his boozing. A disgruntled teacher, buried somewhere in Europe. A Canadian mother who seems to like my blog. The so-called Expert Analysis of this very blog, as spoofed by one of my ex-housemates. An American girl who has a thing for British guys. Fair play. An Aussie guy who used to be on a messageboard I was on a while back. The single greatest source of news the web has ever seen. And it's British! My source of Arsenal-related news and gossip. Also has fantastic forums. Where I get my mp3s. Oh-so-cheap and oh-so-easy to use. Fairness & Accuracy In Reporting. A US-based media watchdog. Where I get all of my torrenty goodness. Good forums for newbies too. Gathers together hundreds of news sources from across the web, and is the best place for instant news. An English political and media commentary site, with some brilliant articles on all manner of topics. Groups together all of the left-leaning opinion and editorial pieces from English-language newspapers across the world. Previous Blog List All Blogs A Random Blog Next Blog

Friday, July 18

Speak Like Me

Nothing of note has happened today, except a slightly larger than expected pay packet, which can only be a good thing. Rather than leaving this post as short as this, I figured I'd write a little on a subject which has been running around my head for a couple of weeks now. Namely, the way in which I speak in real life.

First things first, I come from the West Country in England, which is stereotyped as being farmer country, where everybody is really retarded and backward. This is entirely true. Well, almost entirely true. I know of a few exceptions, myself included (I'm only backward, not retarded), but I know plenty of people who seem to adhere to the stereotype down to the smallest detail. The main reason why the rest of England views us in this manner is because most of us speak in an odd manner. Vowel sounds are drawn out and emphasised above consonants, which basically means that we speak fairly slowly.

Now, I don't speak completely like this, and I really don't notice it whilst I'm in this area, but I notice the way in which I speak differently to the rest of my mates whilst I'm at uni in London. Of course we all speak differently, but I stand out a little because of the little nuances which occur so often whilst I'm speaking. Patrick, you probably didn't notice a huge amount because all English is so different from American. For a start, we pronounce "herbs" right.

The first of these not-so-subtle nuances is the way I pronounce the letter "a" in words such as "bath" and "class." I say it very, very flat, as in the word "flat" itself in fact, whereas most people pronounce it as if it had an "r" after it. Why do they do this? There's no "r" in the word, it's just an "a"! I also extend the vowel sound, as noted above, which makes me sound like a proper west country bumpkin. All good.

What else? Oh yeah, the classic "tooth." This came to the fore in the whole 'knocking out my two front teeth whilst paralytically drunk and not remembering' incident last October. Apparently, pronouncing "tooth" to rhyme with "book" is wrong. It should be the same as "soon." i don't think this is a West Country thing either, just me. Oh well, another individual personality trait. That makes a total of, ummmmm, 1.

I swear far too fucking much as well. I'd be crap on live TV because I swear so much. Every other word is "fuck" or "shit," or so it seems. This isn't just me, I think it's my generation as a whole. Damn us and our profane voices.

I also use random descriptive words all over the place. "Proper" has become my word of choice, replacing "quality," the mainstay from the age of 15 to 18. I tend to say stuff like "yeah, it was proper good" or "nah mate, it was proper smart." Makes no sense, I know.

What annoys me about the way I speak is that it's becoming americanised (note the "s" rather than a "z" in written form though). I use "like" too much when I describe a conversation that took place, and also "And then he was, like..." I obviously watched Saved By The Bell too much when I was younger. That programme was fucking wicked though.

That's about it, I think. Go forth and spread the vocal style of Rob.


Post a Comment

I power Blogger, with a cool button. The British Bloggers Directory.
View My PhotoBlogs Profile BloggingBrits Home.