on my way home this evening on the "train", a bottled-blond laddie who was stood next to me nattered away - on his mobile phone - in an accent that sound faintly scottish.
he was unusually wee i tried hard not to stare at him. lest a couple of lowlife wee island females around me would not hesitate to sharpen their claws to claim him.
i mean, their cringeworthy body language was so effin' obvious.
until his phone rang that i got the chance to satisfy my curiosity. as to where he was originally from. he was prattling on about the UEFA championships. and wishing Patrick Viera wasn't sold to the highest bidder.
anyhooo, i mentioned faintly scottish 'cos he uttered "alright" instead of "alreet" a few times. and then his brogue veered towards the irish variety of scouse and cumbrian. only when he alighted at the same station as i was that i seized the opportunity to query him: "excuse me, i didn't mean to eavesdrop, are ye scouse?"
nay, he's from glasgow - after i asked whereabouts in scotland - and has been here on the wee isle for almost two years. and i told him that his brogue had somehow diluted.
it's either the water around here; or 'em wee islanders that he had to make himself understood.
as enscribed by the letter b @ July 20, 2004 05:23 PM