Peeking at the titles of books other people on the tube are reading is a joy. Well, you have to do something to pass the time between stations. And besides, I'm nosy. But this morning I sat next to a woman who pulled out one of those self-help type books from her bag with the curious - and rather sad - title, Get Rid of Your Accent. I don't have estuary English and I don't speak posh. My vowels will always be flat. Why anyone would want to change their accent is beyond me. I've been feeling sad about that book title all day.
I'd quite like to be able to acquire an accent. Geordie one day. Yorkshire the next. Maybe there's an opening for new title on the market...?
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