.....moved to another county and felt like you've moved to a different country? I'm a Lancashire girl and married a man from Berkshire. We moved to his home town in the early '70s and I couldn't believe how different it was. The girls in the bakery shop had never heard of a barmcake and nobody seemed to know what a meat and potato pie is. When I told my nephew to stop mithering his Mum once, nobody knew what I meant, and if I spoke to a stranger in the shops they would try to get away from me and look at me as though I was mad. Sometimes they would say, Sorry, do I know you! We moved back after about 4 years as I was homesick, but I wonder if something like this ever happened to you?
Ah yes Bobbi. My first job down there was in a shoe shop where the manager just seemed to be fascinated by my accent. When the Regional Manager visited, my boss said to me, go on say something say something. I wish I could have said get lost!
I’ve only ever lived in Somerset and Devon, but husband is from London and when we go to see his family or friends I feel as if I must sound like a country bumpkin.
They don’t make me say ‘Ooh arr!’ or anything, though.
When I was 12 my parents moved us to a small village in Northamptonshire from Clapham (south London). 4 buses a day, a brief term in the village school.....2 classes - infants and juniors... before secondary school in a town over 4 miles a day, and the discovery of where milk actually came from and no one had heard of savaloys. My careers advice at 15 from the head teacher 'you are only fit to work in the Weetabix factory. I came back to London at 18 scarred for life by the experience!!
When a man went into the hardware store in Blackburn, he asked for some turps. The assistant said "Do you want audio turps or video turps"
When I was in Downtown Disney in Florida, in the Art of Disney, the store manager said he loved my accent! MY accent! Me, from centrul Manchistor! The fool!
When I first visited Alberta, I went out with a few of my sister's friends for drinks. One in particular, was fascinated by my accent. When we said goodbye, he said, 'Never lose that lovely accent' Its a cross between Somerset & Gloucestershire! :-)
Old_Geezer I never know when you are joking :-) I'm talking about how it was 50 years ago. Surely it's still not like that?
You must have heard of a bacon barm or a chip barm, sausage barm?
I've even been known to put a pork pie on a barm.