Cockney accent is dying out in East London and is now more commonly heard in Essex.
I have only visited a couple of times, briefly, on family history hunting trips. We did find the house my grandmother was born in in Bloxwich, a two up two down like several million others. And we went to Pelshall where her mum was from.
They had a little family history place there (which was surprising as it is only a village) and they were very friendly and helpful.
The thing that struck me was that it is rather a nice village with a massive village green and houses facing it. But back in the 19th century, by all accounts, it was fairly hellacious. The green had some sort of tracks over it taking wagons of coal or iron ore (or both) there were furnaces and mines etc.
About the only sign of this grim industrial history now is a memorial to the men and boys who died in a terrible mining accident. I mean, it is not going to edge out anywhere in the Cotswolds for “most scenic village” award. But it has cleaned up surprisingly well considering its past.
Stupid article (and some stupid comments) on our PM in the Graun…his gov’t has actually accomplished quite a bit, the most recent being child care tax cuts and more $ direct to middle and low income families, but hey, why muck up a story with facts…Have a very good weekend all.
Probably the influence of EastEnders Paul. Or the massive influx of hipsters who all speak RP cos they’re secretly really posh.
Have a good weekend Inty. Good luck with the bee, that’s a lovely gesture.
I was born in a terraced house Tybes. And I live in one now. I had a brief excursion into semi detached as a child, but that’s downward mobility for you.
My siblings are all considerably richer than me.
Sitting with a mate on a bench at uni, a group of black lads approached. One looked at my ugly white mug and addressed my mate with a sentence beginning “Bwa!”.
There was a complex verbal exchange and the lads left.
Mate asked me if I knew what had been said, and I only had a vague idea. He laughed and told me the lads were all born and bred in X, and they thought I was a white boy.
Bollocks! Missed the start of Last Leg.
Thats better. 22 men and boys were killed when the Pelsall colliery suddenly flooded
G’night inty. Have a good, wah, weekend oot!
Mass migration out of East London into Essex is what’s transferred the cockney accent there Polly.
Migration along with JO and wankers, paul.
Including my aunts in the latter category.
I picked up a bit of Essex patois in my 4 years in Colchester. Largely “You wot?” but, hey, I was innigrahin like, innit?
(This was well before all white kids down there started to sound like they were straight outta Kingston.)
I once met a woman with an actual Essex accent. This is late seventies and I had grown up in Barking (which was officially Essex for at least some of that time) without ever having heard one.
No doubt there are (or were) more than one as it is a big county, but she was fro a village in the far North East, near Malden.
Sounded like a cross between Suffolk and Australian.
When I first went to school in Barking, with my (then Nottinghamshire accent) I got asked if I was Scottish, Xen.
“Ere, you Sco’ish or summink, mate? Cos you dahn ahf talk fanny!
“started to sound like they were straight outta Kingston”
Kingston upon Thames?
They’ve got a nice big John Lewis there.
Says the lass who was born in Durham, lived in the midlands most of her life and still thinks of herself as Surrey (not the posh bits).
The Good Life has a lot to answer for
It had a big C&A in my yoof, poll.
And a fantastic ice cream shop.
ha, this turn of conversation reminds me of this classic:
Saw Pygmalion at the National on the last day of the run, inty.
Henry Higgins sounded like Sean Connery, which was a tad strange.
Was he played by Sean Connery?
Delightful canadian lesson there IBC.
Here’s another wonderful one in French. quebequois sounds fantastic 🙂
Most people in France would like to sound Canadian. And that’s the truth. Well, most of the people i know anyway.
That would have been cool to see Pygmalion live…a Scottish Henry Higgens? Odd that.
James, I spent a summer as an exchange student in Quebec, the summer before the PQ crisis in fact, with a family whose papa was the president of the Societe Saint Jean Baptiste, very separatist…a political education for a grade XI student from the west.
Beautiful people, beautiful part of the country, fabulous food! I ended up doing my uni studies on the history of the habitants in Quebec, a place where many of my Scottish ancestors settled.
I have a great, great great etc who was born in Lower Canada and died in Quebec!
…and home to my favourite hockey team, the Montreal Canadiens aka ‘les Habs’, after les habitants.
the mixture of French and English in slang ‘franglais’ is interesting, as in “deux bacon parallel, deux eggs side by each.”
Montreal is a very sophisticated city, and the separatist movement has largely gone by the board, great Province, Montreal and ‘la Belle Cite’ aka Quebec City is stunning.
from the separatist era, brought the album home, Charlebois is revered in Quebec:
Don’t have the programme, but pretty sure it wasn’t SC, poll.
It would have been memorable, like Jeremy Northam as Hamlet for my first Shakespeare (also at the National) about a month after Ian Charleson collapsed on stage.
Very nice this quebequois – I’ve just watched the whole thing.
Earlier I also watched May with Andrew Neil. Hmm. Say no more. Just *aaargh!*
Funny thing James, my French accent is very Parisien, due to having a French teacher all through school (from Grade III – XII) from Paris.
Funny thing, when I wrote my scholarship exams, my highest mark was in French, I had to write an essay on existentialism, en francais, couldn’t write one on that subject in English to this day!
Oh, I love Ian Charleson as Eric Liddell…handsome actor, and convincing.
IBC, I’ll go over there one day 🙂 I love the sound of it, and I love cities. I just don’t like the endless snow and ice and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m scared of bears and wolves.
So I’ll go in summer, some day, rather contradicting “endless snow” there 🙂
“Quebecois” or “Quebecoise”
You still talk fanny, Tybo… 🙂
My french accent is very franglais.
Right, now off to listen to Jeremy for a bit. With Andy. If Jeremy wins, I’ll retire and party for the rest of the year.
Maybe even with bears and wolves in Quebec.
Quebec lovely in late spring, summer and early autumn – stunning in autumn!
Not many bears / wolves in old Montreal or La Belle Cite 🙂
Love (and miss) theatre, inty.
The power of live performance when done well sucks you into a vortex. It takes you in, plays with your mind and feelings. Teaches, scares, invokes love and hate, thought, imagination.
I saw Taggart do Macbeth in Kirkcaldy. Now, that’s theatre.
“There’s been a murder. Oh, it was me.”
Ian Charleson was a great and actor and true professional.
The following made me smile
I saw Burger-rack do Leontes in Stratford (not the London one).
Bloody awful, xen!
“Not may bears / wolves in la belle cité” – well, that’s what we’re told. They’re crafty creatures, and I bet they’re hiding in the shrubbery, waiting to *pounce!*
I switched off Neil number 2: Too long. I had a too long couldn’t watch any more moment – “tlcwamm”.
I wonder is that going to cotton on on the internet :
“I saw that movie – man, tlcwamm or what !”
I leave others to be the judges 🙂
Get home. Turn on the tv. There’s Adele doing Someone Like You. Brilliant. Love her to bits. But just sometimes, I wanna play the bad devil’s advocate thing.
So, an overweight southern Tory whines about some bloke she didn’t like. Yet again. Just like Alanis Morrissette.
As Mr Bragg said, “There’s two sides to every story.” 😉
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