While we're on the highly intellectual subject of who hates whom, I'd
just like to chuck in a last farthingsworth.
In the middle of September an "English" folk singer and dancer and
his wife were staying with me. I'd met them a few times in the West
Country, but it was only when they came across to stay that we really
had the opportunity to speak. Gordon has a wonderful Somerset burr,
and so it was with great surprise that I discovered that in actual
fact he was of Irish-Scots blood, with not even a smidgin' of English
(as far as anyone can trace ancestry). In fact, he is a member of the
Gordon clan and entitled to wear the kilt.
As a small boy, his father died and his mother remarried - a West
Countryman, who took the family to his home district. Hence the burr.
When one switches on the television and hears "British" people of
all colours and creeds speaking with a Birmingham or Leicester
accent, no-one bats an eyelid. It's obvious that they are second+
generation immigrants. Yet what surprise when a Celt speaks other
than with a thick brogue. Anyone remember the wonderful Tony Hancock
sketch "The Blood Donor", when he tries to make the Scottish doctor
feel at home by saying "It's a bricht moonlit nicht tonicht the nu"
or words to that effect, whereupon the doctor replies in BBC English
"We can't all be Rob Roys, you know."
I am sure that this list was formed to transmit and exchange
knowledge of things Celtic. It would be shame if it was degraded into
a slanging match. You can't help where you come from, only who you
Andrew C Rouse
Department of English
School of Arts
Janus Pannonius University
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