John:
> > wooden-it-be-lurveley cockney orcs.
Keith:
> I would not have been surprised if the orcs had said something
like, "ooooh,
> I cud murder a nice cuppa tea guv. I'm not goin' West of Osgiliath
at this
> time o night mate!. "
On that note, I feel sorry for the West Country folk (strange as it seems, but having lived in Brizzle for three years...). They always seem to get co-opted as the basis of accent for any kind of inbred subservient dunce in films like this (like Sam). England's favourite rural Rednecks, with "Squeal like a combyyyne 'arrrrrr-vester, me boy" while someone's Morris Dancing in the background.
I was highly impressed, however, that the thieving Merry was portrayed by a scally Manc. "'Ere, Frow-do man, yer wan' sum Whizz?" In fact, two Mancs amongst the Rohirrim was fair going for the rainy city, methinks.
Cheerio,
Stu.
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