It's a hard life, aint it? Having to read things that are misspelt... Eeeeeh! I don't know, If my Sidney were alive he'd be turning in his grave. That's if he didn't die in the war. In the trenches at Ypres he were. Lovely funeral, he had. Loved a good funeral did my Stanley. Sidney? No, it weresn't Sidney, I were married to Stanley... That's right, Stanley. Got that hussy from the cinema pregnant. Had it, an' all, the hussy. She were never short of stockings in the War. Or American's c0cks, come to think of it. Filthy weather we're having isn't it? Someone should do something, but they never do, do they? It's the immigrants I blame. I don't mind the immigrant's, they work like the Indians. Eh, I was reading in the Daily mail, that they's proved a link between them immigrants and cancer... Well, I'm not so green as I'm cabbage looking, but if one of them immigrants tries to give me them cancers, I'll give him the old one two. That's right, my Stanley or Sidney was the Navy boxing champ. Taught me a move or two. Especially when I'd burnt his tea or not ironed his collar. Had a terrible temper my Sidney. That's what I miss most about him. horrible man he were. You'll never guess what I heard abut that Maude Kerbishley..... She's got herslef.... what? A clit ring? At her age? Eeeeh, well I never.....