"When they called about the part, I spoke to [series story producer] Dom [Treadwell-Collins] about the character and what they wanted from her but after I put the phone down, I thought, 'Oh wait, do they want me to put on an Essex accent?' because they told me that Vanessa lives in Chigwell.
"I think if you're doing one-off dramas, you can go and play a character with an accent, but when you're surrounded by people who use their own accents, I think it would have felt really unnatural for me to be putting it on. It could have all gone a bit Dick Van Dyke!"
Dick Van Dyke's accent is better than a yodeling German in lederhosen.
The Mirror, June 3, 2010, "GERMAN BAILOUT" by Brian Reade.
How, I wondered, can a blatant rip-off of Lou Bega's Mambo Number No. 5, sung in English by someone with a worse Cockney accent than Dick Van Dyke, win a landslide victory for a people whose singing tradition amounts to yodelling in lederhosen?
STV, April 21, 2010, "Lindsey's been to London to look at the Queen. Only she was out." by Lindsey Mason.
Anyway, to my travelogue. We arrived in London at lunchtime duly legless on two double vodkas apiece and twenty of Her Majesty’s pounds poorer due to a mid-journey raid on the Onboard Shop. We immediately adopted our Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins style “Mockney” accent which made us laugh uproariously in Scottish. After a forty minute trek to the hotel (despite being informed that it was a ten minute walk) we checked in and within three minutes of entering the room I had inadvertently trashed it, rock star style. There wasn’t a square inch of carpet to be seen. To be fair, it was a small room.
Spectator Scoff, Undated, "Right Ho, Schoenberg" by Chris Foulkes.
The Borough is a strange area near Guys Hospital. There seemed to be a lot of odd coves with ruffled hair, riding Italian scooters and talking loudly in strange, contrived Dick Van Dyke-style cockney accents. I have no idea what that is about.
Sterling Observer, September 17, 2010, "Hoodie Crowe is rockin as Robin" by Kaiya Marjoribanks.
Whether any so-called Robin Hood had an accent like the Reverend Ian Paisley or Dick Van Dyke, the one thing he has to have had is enough charisma for his legend to have lasted eight centuries.
I don't think a chimney qualifies as an abyss.
BBC News Magazine, September 16, 2010, "The return of the chimney sweep" by Jon Kelly.
They might be considered lucky, they might - thanks to a certain 1964 Walt Disney movie - be portrayed as nifty dancers, but there is little about the popular conception of chimney sweeps that evokes modern Britain.
Mention the trade, and the associations conjured up are of a distant, Victorian, pre-radiator era: grim, soot-filled skies; small urchins compelled to spend long days toiling up chimneys; Dick Van Dyke's abysmal cockney accent.
Melbourne Leader, August 27, 2010, "LEADER LIFE: What's on in Melbourne this weekend" by Jon Kelly.
ON STAGE NOW
Her Majesty’s Theatre, Melbourne
Matt Lee’s portrayal of Bert was more restrained than Dick Van Dyke’s famed performance
Your Local Guardian, August 20th, 2010, Let's hear it for the Pig by Don Wimbers
Indeed, the clientele had a distinctly international feel to it as I swaggered in. But, then again, this is Earlsfield, a neighbourhood where the locals are about as English as Dick van Dyke, and probably the one area of South London where you will have the best chance of finding a citizen from just about every nation in the world listed as a resident.
Hooray! A reference to his trousers instead of his accent!
Scotland on Sunday, September 10, 2010, "Chitra Ramaswamy: Life's running gag".
I throw on my outfit - C's trainers, C's T-shirt and an old pair of leggings. The elastic around the crotch is going and it looks like I'm channelling Dick Van Dyke channelling a penguin in Mary Poppins.
One more and we are outta here!
Heckler Spray, July 27, 2010, "Danny Dyer Drives A Car, Which Is Basically Unforgivable" by Stuart Heritage.
He had an advice column. That went wrong. He had a promising film career. That went wrong. He had a believable cockney accent. That went spectacularly wrong, to the extent that when Danny Dyer now talks he sounds like a troubling cross between Sylvester Stallone, Dick Van Dyke and a violent brain haemorrhage.