Lost in the accent
I don’t understand. English is one of the languages that gets used (and abused) around the planet. And, thanks to movies, radio, TV and the other cousins, there is ample opportunity to sample various regional accents. So, based on a limited sampling, what happened in the urban wilds of Scotland?
This afternoon, I sat with the two dogs and watched a recent film. The Angel’s Share. Enjoyed it… I think. Good premise for a film. Engaging characters. And an accent that left me somewhere south of perplexed. At more than one point I seriously considered using subtitles. I’ve decided to watch it a second time, in a few days (cable TV gives that possibility) before recommending it to son #2 who plans to study over there. He deserves to know that the particular version of English will be unlike anything else he’s come into contact with. No wonder Gaelic remains as an option for the residents.
Here’s to throwing recommended food rules out the window. I’ve got several days of a Dad diet ahead. Pizza (cold from the refrigerator) for breakfast. Pan-fried steak with sufficient spices for supper. A random mix of crispy chips and dark chocolate for calorie padding. Whatever catches my fancy before bedtime.
Working through an actual hardcover book by Linden MacIntyre, Why Men Lie. I enjoy his work as a journalist and writer, so this one has been sitting waiting for the right time to read. Not a thriller, so the reader in need of adrenalin bursts should abstain. This is more an examination of the East-coast angst.
