I'm A Sucker
Without Prejudice
I'm a Sucker for accents. I loooooove accents. My Dad had a quiet Scottish burr, more noticeable when he was on the phone. I loved my Dad singing in the bathroom too in his accented voice, "Scottish Soldier" was my favourite. And I would cry when I heard it sung by Andy Stewart. It was maudlin and heart sobbing but I loved it.
Seems apt then that my first boyfriend had a thick accent, a mid shipman named Derek Harper. It was a shipboard romance as I was 16 and he was 21. I fell in love with his voice before I fell for him. He had the thickest Cornish accent. Deep, rumbling, raspy, a Worzel Gummidge type of accent made of peat bogs, mist, warm fires and towering cliffs that ran to the sea in Cornwall.
His voice first spoke to me from a hot dock in Tahiti. My brother George and I had jumped from the Southern Cross's entertainment deck into the sea, fully clothed. We had grown bored with waiting for our parents to come back from the Pursers lounge with our papers for disembarkation. We were hot, bored and we decided to jump. Little daredevils. I was 16 and George 18.
We knew we'd be un trouble but we didn't care and as we swam to the dock I saw a sailor sitting on the dock and I thought, Oh God ! Sprung ! And so soon ! As I hauled my wet dripping silk frocked sorry butt out of the water he spoke,
Laughter in his voice,
"Enjoy the swim ? "
He ended up asking me out to lunch and it was the first "real" date I was allowed to go on. Of course George had to come too as my chaperone. ( Like he wanted to ! ) Derek's accent was so thick it was hard to understand at first, luckily he spoke slowly. I realised all the English accents have a cadence I can understand probably from hearing it at home.
Dad's Scots and Mum's down to earth Yorkshire, although she mostly spoke in what we called her RAAF voice, a ringing, thrilling Joyce Grenfell sort of voice. Made you want to stand up and sing God Save The Queen. My parents were very educated people both of them Grammar School kids that won places for their high scores on the 11 Plus entry exam. Dad never swore, ever, unless at worst he said the word "shit" and that was high days and holidays.
Mum was never a swearer either until she had 7 kids and she was posh but would come out with the most blasphemous things ever. "Jesus Christ !" She would yell,God Almighty,
If we asked what was for tea it was always
"Shit with sugar on"
We were mostly a bumch of geeks when we were young and were suitably shocked at our Mother's profane behaviours. She really didn't give a shit ! my mum then always reminds me of the slightly dotty Mother In MY Family And Other Animals. She was more than slightly dotty but we didn't know that. She was English and the English love eccentrice, revere them, so to us she was slightly eccentric.
I f I said I was trying at something she would always say, "Yes, very ! " I'm the swearer in my Family, dreadful things come out of my mouth so fast and then I have forgotten what I have said but I know it was good. The dragon lady ! I fight with words as word are what I have. I've tried to never hit anyone as I abbhor violence. I cry at Bambi and leave rooms at violence in Movies. I can't watch it.
Nifty Nev, my Irishman had a brilliant accent, just brilliant. A sot sexy Dublin accent and every word that came out was long. I asked him if we could not just be friends when I first met him,
"Friends", he snorted, "I HATE that sort of euphenism ! "
I sat on the other end of the phone and thought,
"Who talks like that ?"
No one I knew certainly. he spoke vehemently, without rancour, I just listened to his words and was sucked right in. And Oh My God, Nev's friend Declan has the best accent too. It was like liquid chocolate dripped down the phone. I also heard Dec's accent before I met him. He was our go between when Nev was still living with his girlfriend and had fallen in love with me. We with each other.
"Haaarrrrlloooo"
Dec would say in this guttural accent almost Germanic. And when he knew it was me he would say
"Howya'
Everything was gas or mad, kids were "dotes" and "dots" His patter was amazing and when he told a story it would crack you up in the telling even if it wasn't funny. I find it hard to describe unless I say it sounded like it was coming from the boots of a giant and he was only a "wee mon ". Paul Too Nev's friend from Ballyfirma had a brilliant accent, a Bono type accent but rougher, from the streets and they don't care for pretension.
I had a man from Manchester who spoke with the hard G, SinGinG, , and of course there were the Beatles with their liverpudlian accents which amde them all the more exotic and appealing to a 10 year old gir as I was. Jackie liked Elvis's, "Thank you very much" sneer. But I loved the English, Irish, Scottish. Not fond of the French Spanish, Italian, Greek, it's all foreign to my ear. Jackie my Sis ended up married to a Yorkshireman much to my Mothers chagrin at first.
My youngest Sister is married to a Welshman, I love the welsh accent too, the almost sing song lyrical quality and the deepness and hidden sex of Richard Burton was fodder to the teenage girl of 15 when I heard him speak for the first time. And when Mum saw tom Jones sing for the first time she said,immediately,
"He's going to be a Star"
I pricked up my ears and looked at him but I was used to freah faced schoolboy types like the Monkees and I thought he looked a bit swarthy. A bit rockerish where as I liked Mod. Now when I look back at that tape on youtube he is a sex God.
I'm not sure my Mother was just impressed with his voice as he gyrates through the song, the man is pure unadulterated sexy. He looks like he knocks of all the local lassies where he comes from, a small village in Wales somewhere. A raw powerful Heathcliff, that sings ! Yum, right there.
He is hulking when young.
He looks like a man that would just have his wicked way with you and then leave you dazed for days. He would have strode off by then, buckling his belt.
I'm a sucker for accents alright, but the best, the absolute best and I said I wasn't fond of Italian but it's Al Pacino. His voice whispers, roars, his accent speaks when soft of sinister doings as in The Godfather. A soft voice that hints of steel underneath. And who can forget Attica Attica from Dog Day Afternoon ? Or his raspy alcoholic policeman in Sea Of Love.
His voice speaks now as older with a boiled down richness of drinks tossed back, cigarettes smoked in bars, cold early mornings in mean streets, warming by a fire in dirt alley. His voice reflects his look, a man who has lived, loved, lost, got back up wiser and more worldly. It speaks of sorrows, hard bone jarring loss, deceits conquered, a man reflective, who knows himself very well. he knows his failures and knows he contributed too.
He knows he drinks sometimes just to get by or make it through the night. He speaks of troubled slurred calls at 2am in the morning. Trying to say something, anything to keep the "beloved" on the line. He knows his basatrdry and he knows his cold cocked attitude to some women he didn't mean to hurt. He knows his strengths and he knows his inherent flaw, the fatal one. There is always one fatal flaw to a troubled man. be it drink, drugs, gambling, women, alcogolic, workaholic.
His path is a path best travelled alone, the lone wolf, shoulders hunched in a rain coat against the wind of time. Watch him as he is now Al Pacino, I think he has the accent of a lot of older Men who have lived, really lived
He's Steve Buscemi From Boardwalk Empire,
He's Clint Eastwood throwing people off his lawn,
He's Christopher Walken dancing to Fat Boy Slim,
he's Mad Max, Road Warrior,
He's Braveheart and Robin Hood, he's Kris Kristoffersen singing "Caseys Last Ride", He's Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker.
He's held up his baby boys and bayed at the moon, just once in sheer delight.
He's held his baby girl and promised no harm will ever come to her.
He's the stumbling drunk in his cups wending his happy way home, almost tap dancing.
He has "Tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars",
He loves creeping into a new girls room, the exotic scent, the freshness of an unwrapped treat.
He likes his aloneness nurtures it, he is all men, superman and no man, hero and villain. Tread warily when you come across these Men,
genuflect and run away, Cinderella.
The brooding Heathcliff is not for you, and he probably drops his socks on the floor lol
Love Janette
I'm a Sucker for accents. I loooooove accents. My Dad had a quiet Scottish burr, more noticeable when he was on the phone. I loved my Dad singing in the bathroom too in his accented voice, "Scottish Soldier" was my favourite. And I would cry when I heard it sung by Andy Stewart. It was maudlin and heart sobbing but I loved it.
Seems apt then that my first boyfriend had a thick accent, a mid shipman named Derek Harper. It was a shipboard romance as I was 16 and he was 21. I fell in love with his voice before I fell for him. He had the thickest Cornish accent. Deep, rumbling, raspy, a Worzel Gummidge type of accent made of peat bogs, mist, warm fires and towering cliffs that ran to the sea in Cornwall.
His voice first spoke to me from a hot dock in Tahiti. My brother George and I had jumped from the Southern Cross's entertainment deck into the sea, fully clothed. We had grown bored with waiting for our parents to come back from the Pursers lounge with our papers for disembarkation. We were hot, bored and we decided to jump. Little daredevils. I was 16 and George 18.
We knew we'd be un trouble but we didn't care and as we swam to the dock I saw a sailor sitting on the dock and I thought, Oh God ! Sprung ! And so soon ! As I hauled my wet dripping silk frocked sorry butt out of the water he spoke,
Laughter in his voice,
"Enjoy the swim ? "
He ended up asking me out to lunch and it was the first "real" date I was allowed to go on. Of course George had to come too as my chaperone. ( Like he wanted to ! ) Derek's accent was so thick it was hard to understand at first, luckily he spoke slowly. I realised all the English accents have a cadence I can understand probably from hearing it at home.
Dad's Scots and Mum's down to earth Yorkshire, although she mostly spoke in what we called her RAAF voice, a ringing, thrilling Joyce Grenfell sort of voice. Made you want to stand up and sing God Save The Queen. My parents were very educated people both of them Grammar School kids that won places for their high scores on the 11 Plus entry exam. Dad never swore, ever, unless at worst he said the word "shit" and that was high days and holidays.
Mum was never a swearer either until she had 7 kids and she was posh but would come out with the most blasphemous things ever. "Jesus Christ !" She would yell,God Almighty,
If we asked what was for tea it was always
"Shit with sugar on"
We were mostly a bumch of geeks when we were young and were suitably shocked at our Mother's profane behaviours. She really didn't give a shit ! my mum then always reminds me of the slightly dotty Mother In MY Family And Other Animals. She was more than slightly dotty but we didn't know that. She was English and the English love eccentrice, revere them, so to us she was slightly eccentric.
I f I said I was trying at something she would always say, "Yes, very ! " I'm the swearer in my Family, dreadful things come out of my mouth so fast and then I have forgotten what I have said but I know it was good. The dragon lady ! I fight with words as word are what I have. I've tried to never hit anyone as I abbhor violence. I cry at Bambi and leave rooms at violence in Movies. I can't watch it.
Nifty Nev, my Irishman had a brilliant accent, just brilliant. A sot sexy Dublin accent and every word that came out was long. I asked him if we could not just be friends when I first met him,
"Friends", he snorted, "I HATE that sort of euphenism ! "
I sat on the other end of the phone and thought,
"Who talks like that ?"
No one I knew certainly. he spoke vehemently, without rancour, I just listened to his words and was sucked right in. And Oh My God, Nev's friend Declan has the best accent too. It was like liquid chocolate dripped down the phone. I also heard Dec's accent before I met him. He was our go between when Nev was still living with his girlfriend and had fallen in love with me. We with each other.
"Haaarrrrlloooo"
Dec would say in this guttural accent almost Germanic. And when he knew it was me he would say
"Howya'
Everything was gas or mad, kids were "dotes" and "dots" His patter was amazing and when he told a story it would crack you up in the telling even if it wasn't funny. I find it hard to describe unless I say it sounded like it was coming from the boots of a giant and he was only a "wee mon ". Paul Too Nev's friend from Ballyfirma had a brilliant accent, a Bono type accent but rougher, from the streets and they don't care for pretension.
I had a man from Manchester who spoke with the hard G, SinGinG, , and of course there were the Beatles with their liverpudlian accents which amde them all the more exotic and appealing to a 10 year old gir as I was. Jackie liked Elvis's, "Thank you very much" sneer. But I loved the English, Irish, Scottish. Not fond of the French Spanish, Italian, Greek, it's all foreign to my ear. Jackie my Sis ended up married to a Yorkshireman much to my Mothers chagrin at first.
My youngest Sister is married to a Welshman, I love the welsh accent too, the almost sing song lyrical quality and the deepness and hidden sex of Richard Burton was fodder to the teenage girl of 15 when I heard him speak for the first time. And when Mum saw tom Jones sing for the first time she said,immediately,
"He's going to be a Star"
I pricked up my ears and looked at him but I was used to freah faced schoolboy types like the Monkees and I thought he looked a bit swarthy. A bit rockerish where as I liked Mod. Now when I look back at that tape on youtube he is a sex God.
I'm not sure my Mother was just impressed with his voice as he gyrates through the song, the man is pure unadulterated sexy. He looks like he knocks of all the local lassies where he comes from, a small village in Wales somewhere. A raw powerful Heathcliff, that sings ! Yum, right there.
He is hulking when young.
He looks like a man that would just have his wicked way with you and then leave you dazed for days. He would have strode off by then, buckling his belt.
I'm a sucker for accents alright, but the best, the absolute best and I said I wasn't fond of Italian but it's Al Pacino. His voice whispers, roars, his accent speaks when soft of sinister doings as in The Godfather. A soft voice that hints of steel underneath. And who can forget Attica Attica from Dog Day Afternoon ? Or his raspy alcoholic policeman in Sea Of Love.
His voice speaks now as older with a boiled down richness of drinks tossed back, cigarettes smoked in bars, cold early mornings in mean streets, warming by a fire in dirt alley. His voice reflects his look, a man who has lived, loved, lost, got back up wiser and more worldly. It speaks of sorrows, hard bone jarring loss, deceits conquered, a man reflective, who knows himself very well. he knows his failures and knows he contributed too.
He knows he drinks sometimes just to get by or make it through the night. He speaks of troubled slurred calls at 2am in the morning. Trying to say something, anything to keep the "beloved" on the line. He knows his basatrdry and he knows his cold cocked attitude to some women he didn't mean to hurt. He knows his strengths and he knows his inherent flaw, the fatal one. There is always one fatal flaw to a troubled man. be it drink, drugs, gambling, women, alcogolic, workaholic.
His path is a path best travelled alone, the lone wolf, shoulders hunched in a rain coat against the wind of time. Watch him as he is now Al Pacino, I think he has the accent of a lot of older Men who have lived, really lived
He's Steve Buscemi From Boardwalk Empire,
He's Clint Eastwood throwing people off his lawn,
He's Christopher Walken dancing to Fat Boy Slim,
he's Mad Max, Road Warrior,
He's Braveheart and Robin Hood, he's Kris Kristoffersen singing "Caseys Last Ride", He's Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker.
He's held up his baby boys and bayed at the moon, just once in sheer delight.
He's held his baby girl and promised no harm will ever come to her.
He's the stumbling drunk in his cups wending his happy way home, almost tap dancing.
He has "Tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars",
He loves creeping into a new girls room, the exotic scent, the freshness of an unwrapped treat.
He likes his aloneness nurtures it, he is all men, superman and no man, hero and villain. Tread warily when you come across these Men,
genuflect and run away, Cinderella.
The brooding Heathcliff is not for you, and he probably drops his socks on the floor lol
Love Janette
