“The Crone I knew used to know everything I hope you are not “guessing” everything now!”
Unkind words from a blog reader in Belfast who feels that the Crone should be following the World Cup and not Major League baseball. In truth, of course, she could care less about any match or ballgame.
Nontheless, the Ornery Attorney (sounds so much better than the Grumpy Solicitor) has a serious inquiry beneath his barbed comment. In essence, he is asking “D’ye still have yer accent?”
For all residents of Northern Ireland, this is the central question when greeting someone who has been away for a while. Eyes narrowed, they will throw out a “Bout Ye” and wait for your response. Anything short of “Aye, grand” or ” Doin’ rightly” or “Dead On So I Am” is likely to land you in trouble. Nick Bowman, much-loved dad of one of the Crone’s school friends, would constantly scour her speech patterns for misplaced dipthongs and would not pronounce himself satisfied until she had talked for 10 straight minutes (luckily no challenge for the garrulous Crone) without a strangulated vowel.
The real test of course is words with “ow” in the middle as this YouTube clip demonstrates
Anyhow, rest assured that the Crone does still have her accent. Perhaps one day she’ll launch “Blarney for the Blind” an audio service for the partially sighted, allowing her duncher-wearing detractors to listen in and check that she’s still t-voicing just as a Belfast girl should.
In the meantime, enjoy the Belfast daleks and study the dialect some more.