Gor blimey, me ole cobber, sounds like you’ll be ‘avin a right larf in yer old tomcat, wot wig all them space gavvers, beamin’ Up, down and owls yer father!
You’ll be needin’ one o these ‘ere hayzzee fantazzees wot me dear ole cousin, God rest his soul, gave me as his dyin’ wish. Normally I’d...