There was this very proper sounding gentleman on the train last week. He spoke the Queen’s english. I adored his accent. Usually I like to close my eyes on the train and I don’t like hearing people jabbering on their cell phones – or even to each other. (Please, for God’s sake, people, I need my nap!)
But this British fellow, his accent was so…mellifluous. Which is just a fancy way of saying “pleasing to the ear.” He was ranting about the economy and job losses, but for all I cared, he sounded like he was whispering poetry to me.
So there you go, even a rant with a British accent isn’t really a rant at all. I love the Brits!
