in my Liverpool home

a strange homesickness has come on of late... i'm not sure where it came from except i recently spent a long weekend with my Dad, visited my mum and then spent the weekend in the company of my best friend from school and it's been particularly strong ever since...

only recently have i found the Liverpool accent more alluring than ever before, previously i found those very distinctive vowels unappealing and before my many travels ironed out my accent to a 'very soft scouse' hated hearing my own voice ... but now i've found what i can only assume is a nostalgic pleasure in hearing the accent of my youth!

my own accent was that of Beatles country, south Liverpool - not the harder footballer's wives type from north Liverpool, in fact so different to the northeners did i sound that they would accuse me of being a woolyback! how rude! (a woolyback being the worst of insults, suggesting one came from outside the city limits, St Helen's for example, with only sheep for friends! lol) but for as long as i can recall i would mimic the accents around me...

this meant that while on a kids holiday aged 11 with a bunch of kids from all over i came home talking with a strong Yorkshire accent... ridiculed quite rightly as i was, i took great pleasure in 'talking' differently... that aged 14 i pretended to be from Dublin, Australia or America depending on what mood took me! strange indeed... a wonder i made any friends!

Liverpool is a great night out and has lots of rellies to pass the time over a cup of tea with but other than that having left the city limits to find a place in the world i know that it's all just nostalgia - I returned for a few weeks after university to find it still without real opportunities and left for sunnier climes in Brighton, so for a gal who's never looked back that spot of homesickness was a mostly harmless episode... i think!