Sorry Luv - didn't mean to upset yah. Down ere bint is a sorta nice fing ter call a bird - bit like callin a bloke a Diamond Geezer. Anyway innit what a-rabs or sumfink call a pretty girl.

Wot d'yer say, could we meet up some time - if yer come down ere, I could take yer to a posh pub like the Blind Beggar (where we done in Georgie Cornell) wot does a great pint of Guiness, and then orf for a posh Chinkie Meal in East India Dock Road wot was the original Chinatown before it moved up west. If your mate Raggybash comes up wiv the uckers for the gaff in Dagenham, I could take yer back there and we could make ourselves comfortable - if you know wot I mean.

You'd ave to spring me out of the 'ome though, an we'd ave to make sure that Bertha and Liz didn't see yer coz they'd wanna scratch yer eyes out. Mindjer they ad this young bloke come ter visit them wot rang up their chatline. Ee managed ter jump out of the bog window in the end and the last we saw of im, ee was streaking towards Epping Forest - perhaps ee's the fellow wots running ter Scotland in is birfday suit - coz the girls ad still got 'is togs. Bertha and Liz still like sniffing 'is pants - randy cows.