Vocalisation...

I have a strange habit.  I pick up accents very easily.  When I visit the US, it doesn't take long before I have lost my British acccent to some sort of American melange - although, I tend to regionalise; I was once thought of as being "an educated southerner" by someone I met in Alabama.  And, on the last trip, when I called Russ from Minneapolis, he commented on how less Utah I sounded.  It's not just restricted to the USA - cross the border into Scotland, and I turn into Rob Roy.  Wales - it's all Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, boyo.  Ireland, and I turn into Terry Wogan.  The strange thing is, I can't quite manage Canadian.  This despite the fact that it seems to be somewhat Scottish based.  And yet back home, nobody thinks I have an acccent, which is odd, because I'd considered myself to have an accent roughly between Birmingham and Manchester.  True, while I was growing up, I unconciously resisted the Wiltshire burr (Oooo arrrr me deario!)

Accents facinate me;  I wish I'd done some form of lingustics at University; maybe a thesis into the effect of the various British accents on the development of the American accents.  Maybe one day...

Utah: A Postscript

One thing that has come out of my trip out west; endings are just beginnings.  A new kind of close relationship with Cliff; the (slim) hope that one day situations may change... a new beginning looking for someone.  And that is a positive outcome.