I live in Edinburgh
I am scottish but lived in Hartlepool in the north east for 17 years. I've ended up with a slightly northern twang on a nice english accent. (I say grass instead of grahhhhss etc but no trace of scot accent at all)
I get a fair amount of anti english banter which usually ends up with this conversation.

Scot: something something something you english get!!!
me: actually I'm scottish
Scot: you don't sound scottish
me: i lived near newcastle most of my life.
Scot: oh so why dont you sound like a geordie
me: because my parents are Glasweigen obviously.
Scot : errrrrr.........
( Nostrebor can't be everything all the time., Fri 2 Apr 2010, 21:09, 3 replies)

Ditto
I grew up just north of London from the age of 7, but when I trialled at Rugby League I chose to play for my home country, Scotland, despite having an invite from the Auld Enemy. So when I moved to Greenock for a couple of years I got shit from the settler watch... which lasted until my workmate and I put them through the railings outside the library one evening. I'd only started working as a bouncer a few weeks earlier...

...and as I explained to them, I wore the colours of the Saltire proudly because I'd had to defend it since I was a little kid, called all the names and taken all the other shit children do... so fuck them, nappy wearing village minded smackhead ned wankers.
(hengushrh is found at the Dole office every second thursday, Sat 3 Apr 2010, 1:07, closed)

My best mate...
...had moved from Kirkcaldy to Norway, Norway to Essex, by the time he was five. His parents and older sisters kept their accents, although his sisters' softened unless they were angry or excited. The only trace of his accent when I met him, at the beginning of college, was a slightly exaggerated pronunciation of the H in words like 'what' or 'why'. Apparently, he had only lost the worst of his accent that summer and had sounded as Scottish as his mum or dad until then. When the second Austin Powers film was released,while he was still at senior school, his life became utterly miserable. Being a sturdy, rugby-playing type, he got an awful lot of stick about Fat Bastard. Then he went to uni, joined the American Football team, and jumped up and down on the skinny English opponents. Well played, sir.
(Trauma, Sun 4 Apr 2010, 14:08, closed)

Serves you right you monkey hanger
;)
(TheColonel, Tue 6 Apr 2010, 11:29, closed)