I was brought up to “speak properly” and threatened with elocution lessons (which I confused with electrocution,) if I used a Brummie accent or dialect words, with the result that I didn’t speak like my school friends at junior school, but fitted right in when I went to my slightly posh convent school. My husband had a North East accent (Hartlepool) except when we went to Fife, when he sounded like a Fifer. I never stopped my children having a Birmingham accent (although we lived in Solihull, so it was bit tame, ) but was on to them immediately if their grammar was incorrect. I like to hear accents, and am quite a good mimic. I like the Brummie one, because it sounds like home, and also Oxfordshire, because it sounds like my mother’s brothers. I noticed that the new buses in Birmingham announce the stops in a Brummie accent- it sounds like Jasper Carrot- and the Art Gallery in Walsall (a gem, by the way) has lift announcements recorded by Noddy Holder, in a Black Country lilt. (!)