return of the accent

It seems that I am still in Patong. last night sat at The Original Shipwreck watching the world go by - nihonjin families wandering amongst overweight close-shaven englishmen wandering amongst the ladyboys (one of which, I think, had just had a fine new pair of breasts installed (shaped well but the nipples didn't seem to work out quite right) - she was merrily showing them to all and sundry, and the waitresses from the Shipwreck were all fascinated to go have a poke and a feel). some english girls turned up at some point after doing laps of the street three or four times (I'd previously drunkenly oggled them from my perch looked out over the street but that failed to scare them away...). Today (and part of last night) is the birthday of one of them. For some money I purchased a lei as a birthday present from one of the hawkers also making laps. From another wandering vendor, an English pie-man, I purchased a cornish pastie from the stock of those and shepherd's pies carried warm in an eskie. mmm. After asking them "are you english?" the non-birthday girl confessed that she couldn't work out if I was from Australia or NZ... I showed them my Calif. drivers license, and then when they talked about being from Camberley (?sp) I showed them my GU4 adorned GB driving licence (travel as far as Thailand they may have but they were not so worldly wise to have heard of the village of Merrow (in the same or next over county from Camberley (travel as far as Thailand I may have but I'm not so worldly wise to know whether Camberley is in Surrey or Hants, nor even how to spell it))). Later on, while I was punctuating my short walk home with stops at various skewer stalls for the purchase of skewered meat and at FamilyMart for the purchase of water, I encountered some Australians who enquired why my Australian accent had become so skewed. Now I ponder whether it would be foolish of me to stick around in the belief that the english girls' invitation to drink more with them this evening is genuine or whether it would be terribly rude of me to assume that they were drunkenly insincere and not turn up for the birthday party...