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Originally Posted by Pagan
(especially that bloody awful Cockney stuff)
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Well Cockney can sometimes be a "foreign" language. For example:
Gawd, my dogs are barking, I'll be glad to get up the apples to Bedfordshire. But I'd better wash them plates first as I was on the trombone to a Tom earlier, she may be round and let me take her up the Garry. What a tin bath that will be.
Translation:
Oh my God, my feet hurt, I'll be glad to get upstairs to bed. But I'd better wash my feet first as I was on the telephone to a prostitute earlier, she may be round to let me have anal sex with her. What a laugh that will be.
Fortunately, having been brought up in South London, I speak it fluently.
