Showing posts with label accents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accents. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

A Tour of Norn Iron

So much to talk about but so little time.

In the meantime, Harp Lager and satirical news site The Ulster Fry teamed up for "Pure Here and There". Harp released a bunch of cans for the various Northern Ireland* counties and Belfast, and the lads at The Ulster Fry "travelled" around Northern Ireland in a Harp van filming commercials. Days have been long and busy these past few weeks, so I've been watching these videos on repeat a LOT.

*In the some of northern accents, 'Northern Ireland' tends to sound a wee bit like 'Norn Iron'.

You can see all the videos on The Ulster Fry's site (start at the bottom to watch them in order) but I wanted to share my two favourites with you,

Co. Armagh (my favourite because a. I've got family there and b. there's an appearance by Rory Best)


Co. Antrim (I laughed so hard at the Larne joke that I scared the cat)


Go. Check out all the videos over at The Ulster Fry... just don't use any of their 'facts' at your next dinner party ;)

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Sunday Sundries

1. Happy Mother's Day. Here's to mothers, stepmothers, grandmothers, those who have cruelly been denied motherhood, mothers to babies who will never grow up, aunts and siblings who took on the role of mother, biological mothers to adopted babies, and all other forms that motherhood may take.


2. I found myself absent-mindedly singing along with the music in London Drugs today. If I have to have this stuck in my head, so do you.


I don't know which was worse: that I still knew all the lyrics after 30+ years or that I became aware of my singing because I was on-the-spot dancing along to it. Thankfully, the aisle I was in was empty.

3. This may be my new favourite video (language warning):


Story time! My cousin from Cork moved to New York in the early 90s for a job working on early voice recognition technology. After a couple of weeks, he was politely told that he had to stop testing the system because his accent kept throwing off the reading. I laugh every time I tell that story. (What does a Cork accent sound like? Well, I'm happy you asked!)