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Dear Buffo, news from the southern front.
Well Saturday morning found me in Brixton Market where I came across a charming gentleman who confessed to being a Pearly Queen.
I therefore asked him to de-code your southern dialect.
He read your post, a big smile and a pink blush came to his face, and he said quote,
‘Oh! How did he know that, what a nice thing to say.
He must be a very sweet boy, do you have his phone number and would you like a drink before?
I declined and left forthwith.
My dear Wife informed me ‘I should not be allowed out on my own.’
You may have to recalibrate your Cockney Rhyming Slang Translator, there Buff.:jester:
PS
Brixton Market
http://www.timeout.com/london/feature/1543/brixton-village-restaurants-and-cafes-guide
I therefore asked him to de-code your southern dialect.
He read your post, a big smile and a pink blush came to his face, and he said quote,
‘Oh! How did he know that, what a nice thing to say.
He must be a very sweet boy, do you have his phone number and would you like a drink before?
I declined and left forthwith.
My dear Wife informed me ‘I should not be allowed out on my own.’
You may have to recalibrate your Cockney Rhyming Slang Translator, there Buff.:jester:
PS
Brixton Market
http://www.timeout.com/london/feature/1543/brixton-village-restaurants-and-cafes-guide
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And my Cockney slang is perfect. Nobody is supposed to understand it, not even the people you're speaking to.
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