Flashback
When I was in high school I had a "friend" who used to make fun of me for "speaking posh". I remember another friend advised me to try and not speak so posh, because then I wouldn't draw attention to myself! Even though like any teenager I could be self-conscious I ignored both of them.
Today I went with another mate to visit a friend we used to work with. We had lunch in a café converted from an old railway carriage and looked around the local markets. We had a good time though it was really cold. It didn't help that the door from the café was open the whole time.
The area where I met my friend is called Deptford and is in south London. Before we met up my friend warned me it wasn't the "most glamorous of areas". When we arrived and exited the train station, myself and my other friend found we were on the high street. Three kids about half our size walked past us. They didn't give us a second look until I started speaking to my friend. Then they stopped and started staring us down. They kept looking at us as they kept walking up the street. When my friend arrived and we told her what happened she said jokingly,
"Next time you come here to see me try speaking more chavey!"