Rather Peculiar

An English accent is like a magic cloak here.  It gives you 20 IQ points and 20 Sex Appeal points.

Consequently, to maximize the effect, the entire English population of SF now sounds like Trevor MacDonald.   

It’s hard to resist hamming it up when even the most appalling clichés win affectionate smiles.  We all collude in the game and it's only embarassing when you realise a bloke from Watford has just heard you blurt out 'Crikey! A perfect googly!  Let's crack open the dompers!'

Here, then, is an evolving list of things-i-would-never-say-in-London that could pop out here at any moment:

“Oh I say!”
“Drat!”
“Blast!”
“Would you care for……?”
“I’m everso sorry”
“Some old bean just called me up….”
“Shall we have a natter about this later?”

What a bloody tosser I am.