Cor blimey Guvnor, would you Adam and Eve it?
I couldn't believe my mince pies, Park lark, Shaw scores with her plates of meat, Keating reheating and it's pretty City - took the words right out of my North and South.
Certainly no bubble bath this. May need to get on the dog and bone with an Ayrton Senna in my sky rocket for a sherbet dab to the Queen Vic. No Dickie Bird of a pork pie, and I'm not mutton Jeff, but can't see there being much Knees Up Mother Brown round the old Joanna tonight.