"Alreet Mate?" - On Being Norn Irish

I’ve always considered myself an accents girl. I do pay a lot of attention to how someone speaks, almost as much as what they say. Perhaps it comes from having a Northern Irish drawl which makes me conscious of my own tone wherever I go – but an accent is sure to turn my head.

I don’t need to mention the hotness of a foreign woman whispering sweet nothings into your ear, but oddly enough I also like accents some people find strange, grating or just damn annoying.

I remember a teacher from the ‘cunt-ry’ (the N. Irish sticks) coming to teach in my school, and within about 3 sentences I was virtually smitten. There’s obviously nothing like the Irish accent, but even the welsh voice; coming out of the right woman can be most endearing. This where I mention Big Brother’s Imogen – she might bitch quite a bit, and be a little bit of a bimbo – but when she speaks I’d vote anyone out.

So – using some reverse thinking, and my delightfully distinctive accent, I’m hoping that with my move to England, I shall get lots of attention from the ladies. While I am always very conscious that I have a flag that says ‘Northern Irish – ask me dumb questions’ tattooed to my forehead, all attention is welcome. The only barriers being to communication being, I speak too fast the small English ear, and once they open their eyes I’m screwed.

But you never know, I might get one with odd tastes – I just hope she has a nice accent.