Och aye the noo', there be a moose loose aboot this hoos!
Now, I'm from Oop Norf. Manchester way. Same place as Peter "Garlic Bread" Kay, Stu "Ooooh, I could fuck a grape" Fancis, Amir "Loathed-By-Kirk" KHAAAAAN!, etc.
So I'm often surprised that people mistake me for one of the Scotch.
Seems if I gets slightly inebriated, I seem to develop the accent of yon Highlands.
Well, according to Mod Pretties anyways!
I've had this before. Why people think/hear this is a mystery to me, for I has a Lancastrian accent. I have never heard me speak like Sean Connery, Rab C Nesbitt or Grounds-Keep-A-Willy.
Perhaps I was scarred yesterday by the bit fat scotch yob in Castle Mall yesterday. The porker shouting at lifts, and threatening exitees.
"Wat ye think ye playin' at laddie - goon up to floor 5 and coomin oot on the fouth y'bastid! Aye - cum here ya scrote, and aye'll gi'ye a slap"
Unfortunately, I ended up in the life with the scowling scotchman. Who, unstereotypically, reeked of booze and piss, befouling the confines of a small elevator.
Either that, or I've spent to much time in the company of shortbread scoffing Scotchmen with a penchant for committing murder with their purple Curly-Wurly. And by purple Curly-Wurly, I mean their angry penis. or something.
