Morris told us his story: "I only have one little story from my time in Dublin. I never managed to get anywhere near speaking with an irish accent. I sometimes tried, but failed miserably. Only one time somebody actually thought, I was Irish (Even though in this moment, I didn´t try). I was sitting in a taxi after a night of heavy drinking. I was so drunk, I slumped into the footwell of the backseat. Face in the dirt and completely wasted, I started rambling some senseless gibberish. When I told the taxi-driver I was from Cologne, Germany he wouldn´t believe it and told me, this was the best Dublin accent he had ever heard from a non-Irish person in his whole life." :-)
© 2011 Micki Marbh
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