fix-the-spade said:
Satin6T said:
I was born in Norfolk, grew up in texas, moved to Virginia
and guess what I have absolutely no accent
Perhaps they all cancel each other out.
English sounds bizarre, it's about ten different languages rolled up into one bigass mash up. The result even English speakers struggle to understand each other, get a Sydney, a Glaswegian, a Yorkshireman and a New Yorker talking and hilarity will ensue.
When I was first deployed to baghdad, I ran into a group of servicemen from the UK. One was a scotsman, one was Irish, one was welsh, and one was simply english (london if I recall correctly). They were all smoking so using my keen powers of analysis I determined that one of them probably had a lighter. Seeing as we were on the same side and all I figured they would be happy to let me borrow said lighter without much trouble. As luck would have it, they happily met my request and we engaged in a brief, idle conversation.
I asked the group how they were doing and received the expected response of "can't complain" (or at least that is very generally what I think they said). Most of the conversation was between the irishman, the englishman and myself. Eventually, the welsman decided to join in the conversation.
Now, I'm not a linguist, but what he was saying at least roughly approximated english. In reality, it sounded as though someone stuffed a large ball of dirty socks into the mouth of a scottsman and then had him talk while said scottsman was being kicked in the groin by a buffalo. I looked at the welshman a bit confused and then confessed that I had no idea what he had said. He rolled his eyes and repeated himself a little more loudly and a little slower so that my pathetic american ears might have an opporunity to divine meaning from the bizarre noises he produced. Again, while it sounded like english may have been involved at some point, it sounded as though the sock gagged scottsman being kicked in the groin was simply a bit angry. This went on for a few more passes until the scottsman, clearly annoyed at my inability to communicate, said "He said 'so how are you doing?'". A bit ashamed that I could not make out such a simple message I gave my reply and the welshman responded yet again. The process continued back and forth and eventually we decided to part ways before there was an international incident born from an inability to communicate between soldiers from nations who speak roughly the same language.
It later occured to me that if a scottsman, who aren't particularly reknowned for their eloquition, was having to translate, something must be horribly wrong indeed.