My neighbours occasionally entertain (most recently this past weekend) someone who is English, but whose enunciation is some sort of Midlands-inflected Cockney hybrid which rasps over my eardrums like a tramp's nails down a blackboard. When the dining is al fresco and the wine flows freely, It penetrates walls.
So, by Jove, long live the cut-glass Full English!
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So, by Jove, long live the cut-glass Full English!
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