Strewth, mate! Check out what I found on page 138 of Alistair Maclean's Ice Station Zebra:
I don't think Maclean's being rascist - he's right! In the subcontinent, we're taught the Queen's English. Like you hear on the BBC. All very clipped and precise. More British than the British. The kind of English that apprently no-one actually speaks in England.
If you're wondering why I'm so interested in this - let me remind you that I am Sinhalese. Well, goodness gracious me...

... he reminded me of educated Sinhalese I'd met with their precise, lilting, standard southern English interlarded with the catch-phrases of forty years ago. Topping, old bean, simply too ripping for words.
I don't think Maclean's being rascist - he's right! In the subcontinent, we're taught the Queen's English. Like you hear on the BBC. All very clipped and precise. More British than the British. The kind of English that apprently no-one actually speaks in England.
If you're wondering why I'm so interested in this - let me remind you that I am Sinhalese. Well, goodness gracious me...

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I only speak Sinhalese. I think like a Sinhalese. I have to identify as a Sinhalese. Which means taking responsibility of the sins of the Sinhalese against the Tamils.