number twenty one: british accents

the first brit i ever met in person was a guy named bertie. i was 16 and was instantly in love. seeing as i'm now 23 and bertie and i aren't together, it's safe to say my crush didn't work out.

by the way, say 'bertie' in a british accent. you'll understand my instant love. i still giggle thinking about the way he said his name.

anyway though, back to the point.


i don't pay much notice to accents. mostly because hearing them in the northwest is so rare. occasionally you'll come across a good southern boy or a midwesterner. maybe if you're lucky you'll stumble across someone from boston. but rarely in this neck of the woods do you come across a british accent.


that is, unless you're home sick on a monday and you remember you recently bought a four pack of chick flick themed dvds. and you remember that 'Nottinghill' is part of that box set.

welcome to hugh grant heaven.





there's just something about that accent. in case you forgot, hugh grant has a thing for gross looking hookers. and yet, when he asks julia roberts in for tea you completely forget that. you just get lost in his voice. without fail.


hugh grant heaven is one full of crumpets. and horse and hound magazine. and you get lost in british culture. i was thisclose to buying a funny hat and going to find my nearest polo match.

these accents are addictive. they're worse than a herion addiction. okay, well maybe not that bad. but you get my point.


you may now proceed to watch hugh grant with caution, it'll make normal people talking to you so much less enjoyable.

and if you meet a british gent named bertie, pass along my number. i think he may have lost it.