Well, I'm a "yinzer" from Pittsburgh, so when you're ready for Americans... I can be reasonably dramatic, but TBH I've never liked my recorded voice. I can try though; maybe you'll like it.

And we must drag Herr Olham back here for some native German voiceovers. As much as he's contributed to the community, it'd be great to hear him on the radio. Anybody know where he hangs of late?

Now Matt Milne, by glory, a Scotsman right and true! Not that you haven't achieved WOFF immortality already with your superb musical production, but my it'd be great to hear. "Aye, laddie 'e's up your arse, don' ya ken?" (That's probably very bad attempted Scottish, but you get what I mean!) Somebody quick make up a pilot with a tam'o'shanter and a set of pipes!

I'm probably not helping much here. I'll get my hat, I can see myself out...!

Well, born in dundee, 3 years in arbroath/forfar and 20 in the shire (Aberdeen). Obviously working with a lot of Americans, the accent has lost some of its localisation, but I dare say I can mak' it fit.

I can do an English Upper Class accent.

The lot of you are giving me the chuckles. I'm imagining the surpassing reserve and manners of Wodin's upper class Englishman frustrating matmilne's brawny Scotsman, and the both of them trying to deal with a Yank over the radio! Throw in Ace_Pilito's Aussie, Rob Wiggin's Canadian Down- Easter and even gaw1's geese farts and I can about imagine what it'd be like. Alas that we could never get that fine-grained in WOFF radio calls!

I had a chance about 12 years back to go to England on "business" - to help repair a generator on the Isle of Wight - and my first night there I found no "washcloths" in my hotel room. At least that's what we call them in the 'states - when I asked for them at the desk, the clerk looked at me as though I was speaking Klingon! And I'm standing there describing these things with my hands ("little squares of cloth") and how you soap them up, etc. and she says, "Oh! You mean a flannel!" and I look confused and reply, "Well, we make them from terrycloth in the 'states, but if you use flannel, that works..." - and it was clear she didn't know what terrycloth was - and I said "yes, it's got like bumpy... well, it's the same as the towels..." and she says "Oh yes! You can get them at Boots!" I'm confused - "Boots - the chemist!" and it finally clicked with me that this must be a pharmacy, health and beauty & stuff like a CVS or Walgren or Rite Aid in the USA. And we had a good laugh about two <ahem> English speaking people who couldn't understand one another over so simple a matter! "We don't put them in the rooms- they keep getting nicked." and again, it took a second to register, but that I understood.

Hope y'all got a chuckle as well.

BTW - I can do a pretty good American hillbilly, too.

Lard tunderin begeesus us that was funny Drone!!

Ha ha....nice one Human Drone!

I studied at the University of York as an international student in the fall of 1993. I will not belabor with all the "war" stories, but...

1) I went into a fish n chip shop...poor young woman was trying to greet me, and I just could not understand her....it was a sad ending to our conversation with me saying "I know we are both speaking English, but I just can't understand you" (thick Yorkshire accents threw me!)

2) I lived in James College for three months while at the university, and my flatmates always had a grand time translating for me into "American English"...I could at least understand them most of the time Kind of like what HumanDrone describes above, I had to often think of every possible meaning of a word to understand what was being said, and sometimes of course that did not even work.

3) I studied music, and I was always amazed at how different the chorale singing was compared to how they speak it

4) Concerning washcloths, I had never flown overseas before this trip, and when the flight attendants passed out washcloths in the early morning hours, I thought it was a breakfast burrito ( )

5) I did not get a chance to see a whole lot while I was there (I did make it to London, Edinburgh, and Leeds, but that was it) ...I was very busy being involved in the "first-year" project for the music and theatre departments, a rendition of Benjamin Britten's Paul Bunyan, an operetta. Unbelievably ironic in that, coming from Michigan (where I grew up and spent much of my collegiate years), I was acting as a Swede (I was the bad guy, Hel Helson; I'm pretty sure the young Britten made him up), in a play about the upper midwest USA (where I come from), while in England.

I absolutely LOVED my time in England...such a great place, and I'm fortunate to have had the opportunity. I recommend studying in a different geographical place and culture to all the collegiate-aged students I come across.

Regards,

Jeff

PS Midwest US voice for me, but I do not have much in the way of recording equipment, and there are likely others who would do better and are more suitably equipped...

Well if you want any ground crew voices, I was RAF ground crew for a few years and can still do the Sarfend accent I had at the time. Not good at the zobbit stuff tho

Jeff, I got a kick out of yours as well, but that above reminded me of the time I was invited to a baseball game by a company that had one of those luxury suites. My brother-in-law came with me. Now let me tell you, that's how to watch a game! So about the third inning, they bring the food. "Wraps" we call them in the US, kinda like a Greek gyro, a bunch of stuff rolled up in a flatbread or tortilla. Well, I thought, this is kicking it up a notch! They've used blue corn tortillas for their wraps! Nice touch of color! So this is how the other half does it up!" And I tuck into that bad boy and I'm like, "Man - they go to all that trouble to look fancy with these blue corn torillas and the things are all tough and dried out. Sheesh. You'd think a fancy deal like this the food would be fresh!"

As I got almost to the bottom, the last of the folded purple wrapping paper came off in my hand... I thought my brother-in-law would choke laughing...

Nobody ever told me there was such a thing as a breakfast burrito. I've just found my next IRL side-quest.