One side-effect of this is that when I encounter somebody who naturally speaks with a British, Scots, Irish, or Aussie accent, I unconsciously start to pick it up -- because it's like finally speaking to somebody whose voice sounds right!
The reason I mention this today is that at the White Pony Room Party at Dragon*Con, and then again Friday and Saturday, it happened again whenever I'd get into conversation with james_b. I mentioned it to Dave Allen when I was sitting at the Plan Nine table, and he said he gets the same thing whenever he visits his family in Ireland -- he comes back to the U.S. talking like a leprechaun.
Maybe I should just move to London and be done with it!
It would certainly make it easier to get ahold of Jazz Butcher CDs...