Well I would have to say that I like the sound of a woman with a proper pure well spoken English,,, you know the Audrey hepburn, Julie Andrews type...
Where they speak with a "plum" in their mouth.... or preferrably 2!
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Accents that make you go mmmmmmmmmmmm
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Well the irish accent seems to be very popular here. I luuuuuuuurve it - especially the Dublin accent. French is sexy too.
Well I (Jeff) made a good friend on the internet; a lady from deepest Alabama. She had THE sweetest Southern Belle tones a man could wish for. Her words drizzled into your soul like summer honey and even her telling me about a shopping trip to K Mart would leave me dreaming of warm summer evenings, sipping mint juleps on the verandah of a colonial mansion, whilst happy slaves sang of cracked corn and the length of the Camptown Racetrack from nearby cotton fields.
"Why donctha come on over an visit lil' ole me?" she invited, her voice in full Tate and Lyle mode. So I jumped on a plane and flew to Birmingham (the one that actually get's sunshine). On arriving at the airport my friend wasn't to be seen, in fact there seem to be only one person waiting in the arrivals lounge.
I thought to myself, I know, I will go and ask that hideous heffer with the piggy eyes and under-arm breasts if she has seen an elegant woman in a bustle with a parasol; maybe with a large black maid in attendance and an open carriage waiting outside... You can guess the rest. By god was THAT a long week.
Julie, my wife, is a dyed-in-the-wool Cockney, the real thing, who's down to earth accent and dialect I...
Well it's very ni....
Look, I am sorry, I am a northerner and I am not prepared to give a Cockney the satisfation of knowing I adore... Oops.
The only thing Julie seems to have problems with is my occupation, she keeps refering to me as a merchant banker.
"Why donctha come on over an visit lil' ole me?" she invited, her voice in full Tate and Lyle mode. So I jumped on a plane and flew to Birmingham (the one that actually get's sunshine). On arriving at the airport my friend wasn't to be seen, in fact there seem to be only one person waiting in the arrivals lounge.
I thought to myself, I know, I will go and ask that hideous heffer with the piggy eyes and under-arm breasts if she has seen an elegant woman in a bustle with a parasol; maybe with a large black maid in attendance and an open carriage waiting outside... You can guess the rest. By god was THAT a long week.
Julie, my wife, is a dyed-in-the-wool Cockney, the real thing, who's down to earth accent and dialect I...
Well it's very ni....
Look, I am sorry, I am a northerner and I am not prepared to give a Cockney the satisfation of knowing I adore... Oops.
The only thing Julie seems to have problems with is my occupation, she keeps refering to me as a merchant banker.
