Embarrassingly plummy

[sawyl]

I have, of late, been feeling increasingly self-conscious about my absurdly plummy accent — something about which I'm normally fairly indifferent — which, somewhat oddly, bothers me no end when I return to Coventry. Not only have I found myself saying things like, "Oh, rather!" and "What-ho!", without a trace of irony, but I've also become acutely aware of the fact that I sound like a 1950s BBC newsreader.

All of this was brought home to me this evening, when my pater and I, upon discovering a problem with the cooking, both simultaneously exclaimed, "Oh fuck", in the sort of cut glass tones that would have done credit to Douglas Smith.