this was a book I once had on how to “Move upper class” by getting the accent right. It’s a little dated nowadays, when aristo’s seem to try to talk like Bob Hoskins. But not in Eastbourne. Eastbourne is a whole other kettle of fish.
www.visiteastbourne.com/
Am I twirly?
I think I blogged about this before – apparently in Liverpool bus drivers call pensioners “twirlies” because they arrive before the appointed time and say, in mock-surprise: “Oh! Am I twirly?”
It wouldn’t work in Eastbourne. In Eastbourne, pensioners arrive much too early, stick their hand out and shout: “Tex-yeh!” *
Daniel;s party today. I’ve no idea how many people are coming, since in Home Ed circles, RSVP seems to stand for Do whatever you feel like doing on the day.
Arrrgh!
I know at least five people are coming, including Daniel’s new girlfriend. So he’ll be happy.
Got a car now for 10 days.
Wish me luck!
Kirk out.
* Taxi, if you need a translation.
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