It could well be me, I admit, but what is this thing of radio ads all talking in fake cockney accents? - specifically, B & Q and the British Heart Foundation (as in, "cor, we were a noisy generation"). . . . . "
In the advertisement directors meeting, do they say that we can disregard anyone north of Watford, AS the action is all in London, where everyone likes to pretend that the are a cockney, cor, luv-a-duck, and definitely, definitely, NO NORTHERN ACCENTS..... AND THE WELSH!"?
Aside from that bollox, yesterday went to the Theatre Royal, Bath to see, "The Two Popes" and, as with everything I have ever seen there, it was really good. I need to read up on it a bit, as my knowledge on the Roman Catholic Church is somewhat lacking. I only know how to take the piss!
I haven't changed my mind (yet) on what to do with my motorbikes. I think that because I like motorbikes and like looking at them (apart from electric shit) I am easily distracted.
Bets on how much it will cost me to fix the windscreen washer on my Ford B-Max, today, now accepted!