Another bad habit

I pick up accents and dialects like wildfire. When I first read Huck Finn around age 8, my Father looked at me one day and asked “why the Hell are you talking like that?”
Having lived (even when briefly) in New York, Texas, Michigan, Germany, Sweden and England, I talk real funny.
The lisp and (rare) stutter don’t help much either.
This is why it’s becoming apparent that I should try to curb these Sunday morning Coronation Street fests. I caught myself saying “summat” “nought” and “yur, I’m that hungry” recently.