My latest quibble

Is when people think I'm Scottish. Not that I've got a problem with the Scots, I adore them. Their tartan, countryside and  Jimmy Krankie. I'm fond of Lorraine Kelly and I'm almost certain Calvin Harris is meant to be my husband. However it is not me. I am scouse. I don't sound anything like Annie Lennox or Tom Jones.  It's the red hair. That's something I suppose, I thought I was going darker! Perish the thought! 

I suppose there are similarities between Liverpool and Glasgow...the rival footy teams, docks, and penchant for a bevvy an a barney. But anyway, if people don't think I'm Scottish, they think I'm bloody Irish! Again, I love the green island...sorry Emerald Isle....I proper LOVED Ronan Keating when he had spiky hair and a cream suit, absolutely ruining Father & Son on Live & Kicking while the little gay one who looked like a lion sang the harmonies with the other 3 we don't care about. I eat Lucky Charms and my ancestors were Irish. Gypsies, some of them. But I don't feel like me if my accent is mistook for another. I am a Liver Bird. A Scouse Prinny. In London.