my horrible attempt at a british accent

28.may.05: once upon a time, i thought i could fake a pretty good british accent. that was in the days when i didn't live in a country full of professionals.

i'd like to think that i haven't tried to make myself sound foolish, but a definite brit lilt has creeped in and replaced parts of my umurkin slang. a girl from pennsylvania didn't recognise that i was also from the states until i later asked her about it.

today, walking down with a fantastic bloke named chris (and i mean bloke in the absolute purest sense of the word), he challenged me to speak in the brit tongue, and i obliged after much hesitation. i said OAR-unge, he said "halfway there." i said "chris is a fantastic person and i don't know what i'd do without him," and he said, "that was scary."

i don't know whether he was scared that i'd say such things (it was his script anyway), or that my horrible attempt at a british accent wasn't as horrible as it sounded in my head.

he'll have to let me know tomorrow.

(more entries later, i promise. it's late now and i have to work in the morning. but i'll tell you all about my city, my coffee shop job, and of course, the delightfully insane regulars, such as the delightfully insane AND aforementioned chris.)