I fell in love with Daniel Radcliffe when I was about 10-years-old. I was the biggest Harry Potter nerd ever to walk this planet and I knew every random thing about England that a 5th grader could know. I’ve always wanted to be here, and I’d always had an obsession with British accents…until I arrived.
It was cute to hear them everywhere for the first week. I especially enjoyed hearing men talk! I even noticed that a few of my classmates were developing accents. A little into the second week the accents grew old and a little annoying. Possibly because I heard them most while on the tube, which in itself is one big headache. I hope this doesn’t sound too mean, but I adore a British man’s voice, but I can not bear to listen to most British women for more than a few minutes. It could be that most of the ones I’ve heard are high ranged voices and they’re usually talking extremely loud about nothingness.
A group of annoying women sat right in front of me while I was trying to take a nap on a 30-minute train ride to Oxford. They decided to play a game where one of them asked the others questions about their friendship. This was at 8:30 in the morning. I couldn’t care less about their friendship! I just wanted to sleep. They had the squeakiest voices and it was driving me crazy. This encounter is frequent on the tubes after 19:00.
I have noticed I prefer lower ranged voices, so it may not be the British accent. I enjoyed listening to a few of the women who hosted my class visits. They were all British, of course, but they had a lower voice than women I usually hear around the city.
When we traveled to Edinburgh I discovered that I adore Scottish accents. I can barely understand them, but they are so pleasant to listen to.
…just an observance I’ve made.