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I realised that my knowledge and use of my local dialect is found somewhat lacking...in the town I was born, which I consider my hometown, they speak a version of German called "Platt".
My grandmother speaks almost entirely in Platt...but I'm not very good at it! :eek:

What about you, do you speak your local dialect?

Do you think it sounds better than normal English, or whatever language they speak at the godforsaken place you come from? :D

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normal English
Normal English? What's normal English?

After being in Japan, I'm starting to speak Engrish a lot and have picked up the dreaded TESOL accent.

Well, here in Norse Dakota, the locals seem to speak a combination of flat-voweled Midwestern combined with the deep-voweled O of Canada. Not quite the mockery you heard in the movie Fargo, but close. I'm from Seattle, so it all sounds very interesting to me. What's really odd is that most of my students seem to have a neutral accent with no clear regionalisms unitl they actually say the words "North Dakota" -- then the Os of both those words stretch out and get very round, almost like Dutch: "NOHrth DaKOHda". It's odd to hear a completely normal sentence and then this quasi-Canadian pair of huge vowels come OHut of nowhere, eh?

I have a bastardised "Yankee" accent, which ranges from Minneapolis to Boston. I grew up around people from the Northern states, so it stands to reason.

I like it, though. It sounds much clearer and more precise than Southern accents.

It would be inadequate to say I speak with a "southern" accent as that term is applied to several variances of the southern American drawl. The Arkansas version of the southern drawl is very close to the Texas "twang" with influences from the Mississippi delta and Louisiana. As for our actual vocabulary, check here:

http://www.lilligren.com/Redneck/southern_redneck_dictionary.htm

Im ashamed to say that I speaking in "standard English" or whatever that it... but not quite as posh as BBC newsreaders. I don't know where I got my accent from, because I live in the north and my family is Irish... so you could say Im a mongrel. I dont really know ...

Im ashamed to say that I speaking in "standard English" or whatever that it... but not quite as posh as BBC newsreaders. I don't know where I got my accent from, because I live in the north and my family is Irish... so you could say Im a mongrel. I dont really know ...
Bah. Break out your inner Manc accent, you bastard. And I know what that sounds like, so don't you dare fob me off with some suburb dialect.

As I've said before, my accent is North West English (Lancastrian). Buggrit.

I just speak standard Finnish.

In the 1950-70's urbanization, people moved from all kinds of dialectal areas to the cities. The dialect was like a fingerprint - like a soiled fingerprint, that is. You were a hick if you spoke any dialect. So, most citypeople didn't speak any.

the fife dialect, few can understand it too deep it be :)

I speak like your average New Zealander. It was a game of two halves, rugby was the winner on the day etc.

My mother language is supposed to be German - and yet, few Germans (or Austrians from other regions) can understand my dialect.
There are so many different versions of my dialect in my region that I can tell by someone's pronunciation:
1.) his hometown / homevalley
2.) his age
3.) his family name
4.) his profession

I've mainly been around Southern People, kind of Yankee here and there. When I really feel like it I can speak in a Southern accent, but not in the way some real ones say it. Yankee speech comes from livin' near the city, mainly, but of course none of this is official, just a regional speech thing.

I'd call my accent 'coastal Devonian'. The Westcountry (that's South-West England, for you foreigners out there) used to have a set of very distinctive accents, but they're only used on the moorland nowadays (Devonian farmers saying 'prapar jab' and Somerset farmers talking of 'zider') - around the coast the accents have mixed with what you might call the generic Southern British accent.

Bah. Break out your inner Manc accent, you bastard. And I know what that sounds like, so don't you dare fob me off with some suburb dialect.

As I've said before, my accent is North West English (Lancastrian). Buggrit.

Don't call me a bastard tribes! Ill suburbanise you!

We have no real dialects (not inside Romania, at least), but the way I talk is definately Wallachian (as opposed to Transylvanian or Moldavian accents). I use strident but short vowels and nasalize most words (I'm quite confusing for people who listen, even fellow-Southerners, as I nasalize and mumble at the very same words). I often find myself using local expressions like "aicea" (ah-EE-cha) instead of "aici" (a-EECH) - it means "here".
We here also talk very fast and donotproperlystopbetweenwords. Or, if we do, we do it chaotically (w edoit cha otically) sometimes.

I can do a fair geordie, when pushed.

I can do a fair geordie, when pushed.

So can I. She's my girlfriend. :D

I sound like Begbie from Trainspotting.

So can I. She's my girlfriend. :D

I sound like Begbie from Trainspotting.

What? You're from glasgow, and she's from newcastle?

What? You're from glasgow, and she's from newcastle?

Aye. Why aye. Yes.

Aye. Why aye. Yes.

I've heard of it. I didn't think it ever really happened though. Sing her Cushie Butterfield. They like that.

I've heard of it. I didn't think it ever really happened though. Sing her Cushie Butterfield. They like that.

I'm a broken hearted keelman, an' I'm o'er head in love,
With a young lass from Gateshead, an' I caal her me dove.
Her name is Cushie Butterfield, an' she sells yella clay,
An' her cousin is a muckman, an' they caal him Tom Gray.

She's a big lass, she's a bonny lass, an' she likes hor beer,
An' they caal her Cushie Butterfield, an' I wish she was here.

Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket pulled through,
An' her breath in the mornin' would scare a young coo.
An' when a hear 'er shoutin' - willya buy any clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet - steals me young heart away.

Ye'll see her doon Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in,
She's like a bag full o' sawdust tied roond with a string.
She wears big galoshes, and 'er stockings was once white,
An' her bedgoon it's lilac, an' her hat's nivvor strite.

When I asked her to marry uz, she started to laugh,
"Noo, nyen o' yer monkey tricks, for ah like nee sic chaff".
Then she started a bubblin an' roared like a bull,
An' the chaps on the keel sez aa'm nowt but a fyeul.

She said "the chap that gets uz will have te work ivvery day,
An' when he comes hyem at neet, he'll have te gan an' seek clay.
An' when he's away seekin it, aall myek baalls an' sing,
O weel make the keel row that my laddie's in".

Best of luck translating if your not from these parts.

I'm a broken hearted keelman, an' I'm o'er head in love,
With a young lass from Gateshead, an' I caal her me dove.
Her name is Cushie Butterfield, an' she sells yella clay,
An' her cousin is a muckman, an' they caal him Tom Gray.

She's a big lass, she's a bonny lass, an' she likes hor beer,
An' they caal her Cushie Butterfield, an' I wish she was here.

Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket pulled through,
An' her breath in the mornin' would scare a young coo.
An' when a hear 'er shoutin' - willya buy any clay?
Like a candyman's trumpet - steals me young heart away.

Ye'll see her doon Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in,
She's like a bag full o' sawdust tied roond with a string.
She wears big galoshes, and 'er stockings was once white,
An' her bedgoon it's lilac, an' her hat's nivvor strite.

When I asked her to marry uz, she started to laugh,
"Noo, nyen o' yer monkey tricks, for ah like nee sic chaff".
Then she started a bubblin an' roared like a bull,
An' the chaps on the keel sez aa'm nowt but a fyeul.

She said "the chap that gets uz will have te work ivvery day,
An' when he comes hyem at neet, he'll have te gan an' seek clay.
An' when he's away seekin it, aall myek baalls an' sing,
O weel make the keel row that my laddie's in".

Best of luck translating if your not from these parts.

Perfectly cromulent to me.

Perfectly cromulent to me.

def as eck

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I have 2 accents.

Most of my family has a broad Yorkshire accent. my parents never really did and I went to university and law school and kind of lost my accent and gained a very educated accent (think BBC meets university professor). But a lot of my family get the huff about my 'betraying my roots' so I instinctively change to match them when I'm around them

I have 2 accents.

Most of my family has a broad Yorkshire accent. my parents never really did and I went to university and law school and kind of lost my accent and gained a very educated accent (think BBC meets university professor). But a lot of my family get the huff about my 'betraying my roots' so I instinctively change to match them when I'm around them

Ugh, my dad's like that, except I have *one* real accent, so it's either the way I talk or some hammy, fake accent. Yelling is common.

Don't call me a bastard tribes! Ill suburbanise you!
Yeah, well I'll get all Oxford Road on yo ass!

That's right, I'm part of the Oxford Road Massive. What you gonna do, foo'?

I speak with a Lincolnshire Accent and a Broad Lincoln one at that

so I dont say Hello I say Now Then instead and call Crumpets Pikelets and say Yonder alot and Mash for when the Teas Mashing

I don't speak in an accent from any one area--I've got a whole bunch of the things stuck together. When my parents were in the Air Force, we were stationed in Japan. That gave me a sort of generic American accent. When we moved to Alabama, I started picking up an Alabama accent. But the generic one never completely faded. Because my mom's side of the family is from South Carolina, I've been there fairly often. And that side of the family has a mostly non-rhottic (sp?) accent. That has caused me to be fairly non-rhottic.

When I moved to Virginia (or, more precisely, Faquier County, Virginia) I started picking up the generic accent again. But then we moved to Culpeper, VA., which is less of a northern area than Faquier. So I picked up some type of Virginia accent. None of the other accents faded, so it's pretty interesting. Too bad I don't have a mic, otherwise I'd confuse y'all with my speech. I'd like to move to Ireland or something, so I can confuse y'all even further.

I have a midwestern American accent, most people describe it as none at all. It is just like all the TV reporters/announcers talk. The only thing that sounds funky is the way we pronounce egg. Other than that, its like Ben Stein.