Once you offer to give stuff away, all sorts come out of the woodwork. Take Tom for example. This “spry chap” give us an earful with his cockney meanderings, forcing us to sit up and “take note of his bonnet” when our random number generator picked his number. Jolly good show, you old sod!

Cor blimey gov, what I wouldn’t do to get a butchers hook at yer steak-&-kidney pie bone. you see I ain’t go no becks & posh, given wot I spent an archer on a pistol would you adam’n’eve it. blaaaaadddy dogs knobs.