I’ve been in series of business meetings. Far and away, the meeting I enjoyed the most – many people would guess it was the brace of English women – but no, the Irish guy. He’s local for the business, but listening to his Irish lilt, soft-spoken, it was perfect. The accent, the pronunciation, the shortened, clipped in places, pattern. Soft, lilting. Just brilliant.
I’ve never heard a perfect Irish accent before. Heard the language, the delivery, truncated and elongated. The pacing. Different. Not quite are rough-shod as the cockney accent. Just lovely.
It’s the little things. Like this. Makes it all worth while.
Then there’s the deal with the game, Mornington Crescent. What makes this even better, as games go, I learned about it first from some throw-away British humor Science Fiction that’s not really science, nor is it fiction, but rather just a load of running gags, fun and games, and essential surreal material.