Talking to myself
I was just walking home. It is late. Really late. When I'm walking home late I let my mind wander a bit. I was actually thinking of this site and that started me thinking about all the chav jokes, and from there onto all of the Chavs in the uk I left behind when I left England eight years ago, so thusly onto the sound of the chav voice. I realized I could not for the life of me remember the accent. I had a go. By the time I was nearing the garden outside my apartment, I was getting pretty good at it. I rather had it down nice and tight when I was walking past the fountain and was saying things like cn y gizza snout chap, and wi'fff y luukin at cuant. I was proud. Anyway I froze mid stride while passing a figure, with a little bright red dot in the middle and a smoky sort of smell. It was a bloke, a chap right there having a smoke. I didn't know what to do. Can I have a bit of that mate? Was all I could think to say. I must have sounded like a lunatic; I'd even started doing some of the hand gesture things they do. I eventually managed while puffing away to explain that I was part of an amature production and was practicing regional diction for a part I was playing. I'm not sure if that made things sound better. In any case he turned out to be a fairly laid back guy from Mauritius and a member of a band I am familiar with. When I got home I wanted to write it up here (since RM and bt3a are partly responsible). Nice that this qotw had been specially laid out for me!
(batteryoperatedlettuce Soon to be nine b3ta yrs old, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 20:13, Reply)