If you visited one of their dreary, godforsaken, wretched mill-town up in "t'hills" you'd understand.
There is no taste around there. Nor any hope. Just brass band contests and Whit Walks to look forward to, antisocial behaviour from bunches of kids who can only see civilisation by going to the top of the nearest moor, and maybe a beating from an overweight, fortysomething biker at the Saturday rock night at the Horse & Fuckwit.
It's a sense of despair I sometimes like to take in like a tourist on short train journeys out there when the weather's good. Worthwhile for having a good smirk and getting regarded with pronounced suspicion in the local pubs.
Thanks, but think I'm just gonna take your word for it. Especially as that lifestory seems written into everyone's accent no matter who speaks. And I know not everyone can speak with the same standard accent but it's just something different.
Also, another thing is that I'm mostly used to hearing urban accents and don't really like that countryside-ish thing. And all urban accents sound the same and we can relate, no matter what country you live, it's a bit hard to explain. Not that someone from Lancs can't be urban but they sure as hell don't sound like they should be. Guess I just have sensitive ears.
And I think all Manchester accents are cute from what I've heard, posh or not, but some are prettier than others. Not to be prejudiced, but it's the only Northern accent that's really accessible to outsiders, and that's just how it is. With some you almost might as well be talking to someone from London as they don't really stand out much on their own.
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