Ha ha… that reminds me of an anecdote from WWII…my dad was chatting with an American he had met a few times… now they were both ashore in the Med somewhere… and he realized his pal could not get a drink because the American fleet was “dry” … so he lent him his cap (with all its gold bits)and gained a friend for life (literally).
Like your style, Bill! Cheers me up no end. Will you do me a favour? Help me get over my toffee-nosed style by calling me Pete. Only two people call me Pete: my young brother, and an old Mancunian friend, like you a bit of a rolling stone.
Goo on, ower kid, mek an old git appy…
PS and your OH too. Babeth it’s Pete from now on s’il te plaît !
Norra bit a bother me lad!
A pleasure and an Honour Pete,
Pas de problème Pete
, Shrakilrag dunmar Shrakabetarg !
Not forgetting Guloakum Shraklacuku Ishoor and that Duloosuth of yours. Athetuth
Shrakilrag dunmar Shrakabetarg sounds better than Thurilliarat azakum Azlisabetarg, a bit like Atheteum dunmar Athetuth !