What accent do you have ?

In my head it's somewhere between Uncle Monty and Brian Sewell, according to my answerphone message it's actually an RP Alf Garnett.

Brian Sewell is the Daddy of posh sods

Awright big man, dont fkn annoy me ok?, unless ye want yer heid in yer hauns tae play wae.

I don't have one but everyone else does.......

Do you come across as  a big posh sod with a straw boater lodged up your ar$e, or are you more a Ray Winstone plastic gangster hard man type ? -maybe you are a hard man ,

You better believe it sunshine. I make Ray Winstone sound like Prince Charles

You're the daddy

cockney and proud of it

posh rating 0

The Queen's English 5.0posh. (hint of Welsh after alcohol).

A cross between Jeremy Paxman and Arthur Daley.

Poshness rating probably a 3.5/10 I suppose at best but if I have been in the pub for too long I'm quietly capable of doing a 'Danny Dyer' and having it large.

Very broad Geordie. 1/10.

Or maybe not, old thing

Anthony Hopkins... sure puts the sh1ts up the girls on our call desk when I call in with 'Are the Lambs silent tonight (insert name)'

Benny off of crossroads for me.

mackem accent - i sound like the ripper tape. , posh rating -10

A bit like Brian Perkins.

Glaswegian Accent,the English usually sh1te themselves when they hear it.

oz from auf wiedersen pet

-10 hear n'aal

^^^^^ with Y-FRONTS to match.

undred percent cockney

and prahd ov it

^^^ what a kent.

acey deucy 07 Jun 12 21:53

Glaswegian Accent,the English usually sh1te themselves when they hear it.

It sounds like the waste disposal is on the blink, that's why.

MA BAWS !!!!

COCKNEY accent just sums it up in one....

I always thought London-ish.

Someone with a Manchester accent rang me recently (wrong number). I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I said, "sorry, who did you want?".

He replied: "not you, you cockney bast@rd"

Like I say, the word "c0ck" is the dead give away really.

i am from sarf london, common but still polite with it.

I rest my case......

If there was no traffic, trains or planes and the wind was blowing in the right direction, then you might just have about have been able to hear Bow Bells from where I was born

I reckon a Jimmy Bullard type character you are  Larrence ? 

Arthur Mullard more like

I'm that oxymoron, a posh Essex boy.

I must admit that I do something that most people consider odious, and moderate my accent according to who I'm talking to. It's completely unconscious these days, and I try to stop myself if I realise what I'm doing. Sadly there's no overlap between the way people are expected to speak at the Henley Regatta and the Five Bells in New Cross.

It's borne out of being one of the poshest kids at my junior school, and then going to boarding school on a scholarship where I was considered common as muck.

Same here Mr History - the posh  half of my family were educated privately at the likes of Kings College Canterbury ,and the other half (the more influential half lol) were basically from a peasant farming stock who could barely write their own name (they also liked a gamble by all accounts).

So i'm the first and only on my Mothers side of the family  to attend a good ol' scruffy,stinking state skool.

So  yes, in summary it's nice to be able to ebb and flow, and mix with the best/worst of them i guess   

History,

I think the Essex tag originally related to the slummy areas around the East of the city including Dagenham and Barking ,onwards and out towards Basildon,Canvey,Wickford,Tilbury,Thurrock,Pitsea and other such delightful places  ...and also the lower working class Nouveau riche  areas such as Epping and Theydon with its varied range of tanning salons and nail bars.
Towns such as Harwich,Dunmow,Braintree and Colchester were pretty much largely unnafected until a recent Chav infestation - and boy, can you notice it ? 

It should be noted however that Essex girl and Essex boy are generic terms ,plenty to be found far and wide these days . And Mockney isn't exclusive to Essex either

I've done a fair bit of radio and can't believe the way sound on air. I thought I spoke with a sort of middle England recieved pronounciation but when I hear myself its a cross between Arfur Mullard and Harry H Corbett ffs.
Interestingly, it counts against you in the City but not with foreigners like Americans and continentals who pay it no mind.

SHUT YOUR MOUFF

Catford - do you ever get Mockney accused ?

Catford,

Not sure if it's your cup of tea but there was a great program on Deptford and slum clearances on BBC2 this week. Next week's is Camberwell.

I'd imagine with your username, you're a bit old school and might be interested. I'll just look it up.

I watched the programme on Deptford

Why did they put subtitles on the screen when black people were speaking in English ?

I understood every word they said

The Secret History of Our Streets - BBC2 - 9pm (Wed)

The link is a thread killer (too long).

Here is a tinyurl...

http://tinyurl.com/bqhd88r

or just look it up on bbc.co.uk/iplayer

HM, will be watching with interest on Iplayer soon, looking forward to it.
Funny enough Coach, no. That said, Mrs Toteboard sometimes complains about my pronounciation, but she's from Manchester so what does she know?

A lot of people who post on here went to the best public shools the country has to offer, it's interesting how we all ended up gamblers.

interesting how we all ended up gamblers.

Hmm. Gives me an idea for a thread title. Coming up shortly. I bet everyone's parents encouraged it...

*schools* just in case the typo gestapo are out in force tonight.

Bad influences slippy

Watching the programme now Catford T, looks interesting

H.M. count me in, I had no chance whatsoever.

I was walking greyhounds at 6 years old

My dad never gambled, except on the National, not even on the Derby.

Strange but true, I owe my gambling to the fact I couldn't kick a ball straight.

All round our school playground were terraced houses, and every house bar one had a high fence, so kids didn't keep pestering people for the ball back. 

When the ball went through the gap in the fence, whoever put it through had to walk round the block and get it back.

It was a betting shop, I was fascinated by numbers, and the father of the bookie I later worked for taught me a lot.

It had a model railway for a while and is now a pond in front of Homebase on the Bromley Road by Downham I think.
There is a picture that I will try and dig out if you like regv.

lol  classic from  14.03 on  -  this programme is like a Harry Enfield sketch.




'ave to go thievin' mate won't i ?

Bit before my time Reg but found this for you.

http://www.francisfrith.com/catford/photos/peter-pans-pool-c1960_c520011/

Just read it myself, we used to play St.Dunstans in Catford at rugby, we gave them a terrible time..

Dulwich College, just down the road from Catford.

This is a good thread about it Regv http://forum.sydenham.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=3148&p=35645&hilit=Peter+Pans#p35645

With a picture too!

I spent my youth at the dog track

All round our school playground were terraced houses, and every house bar one had a high fence, so kids didn't keep pestering people for the ball back.
 
That reminds me of university. Long story...

We lived in an area that every street had the main street, and a back alley for deliveries and the outhouse. Anyway, the back alleys took no traffic at all by the time we got there, except parking.

We must have moved in early September time and within a couple of days this old f*cker from next door came knocking. We thought, oh sh*t, this is going to be a long year - turn down the TV.

Anyway, we ignored him. He came round the next day so I answered the door, and he was properly old.

Him: You must be the new students.
Me: Well, we're third years, but we've just moved in, yeah.
Him: Well, very pleased to meet you. (Holds out hand, I shake it).
Me (cautiously): You too.
Him: Don't worry, I'm just over to ask you to keep the noise down during Emmerdale.
Me: Er, OK.
Him: Make all the noise you want the rest of the time, I'll just turn off me hearing aid. Fly a plane over if you want - when we were your age we had some parties.

Anyway, we ended up becoming quite friendly with him. He was double sandwiched by students on each side (housing wise), and instead of being a miserable old tw*t about it, he clearly thought, f*ck it they're here, I may as well accept it and have some fun.

He watched over our house, and the two other student houses next door over Christmas and Easter (one house foolishly didn't take to him). He even looked after our fish at Christmas.

Come spring we started playing street cricket. The old boy came out to watch and asked if he could join in. We put him in at wickie - had the reflexes of a cat. It became a regular event. I think that his hips were a bit f*cked but that's probably inevitable at his age.

We tried to form the 'Mr Adamson, World's Greatest Octogenarian Wicketkeeper Society', but sadly it was only about a month before our finals, so couldn't get funding

Brilliantly, later found out that he had a race named after him. Think he'd be a bit p*ssed off though because he didn't get to be there.

Really good programme ,a real eye opener that .

Felt sorry for the displaced community ,evil at work there

The rest of the world is only interested in BBC English.  Why would they be bothered with regional inbreeding?

Sort of a cross between Laurence Olivier and Peter Shilton with a bit of Eddie Waring thrown in also a tad of Jimmy Saville.

Strong Black Country, which has never bothered me, cos I sound as thick as sh!te and I am as fast as f@ck.