“I lived for a year in Splott just on the south side of Cardiff. Of course, the locals pronounce it ‘Sp-low’ not ‘Sp-lott’ which gives it a whiff of something a bit more salubrious.”
Listeners familiar with the lilting sing-song of Jeremy Coney’s Kiwi accent will note that that final “salubrious” lasts a beat or two longer, its syllables rolled around and luxuriated, given the full Jeremy Coney treatment. There has been no sign of his favoured “parsimonious” during the course of what runs to a two-hour chat with the former New Zealand captain turned broadcaster and commentator, though “lugubrious” and “nefarious” are pleasingly deployed within the first few minutes of us sitting down.
