Right, scallywags, knaves, buckler-swashers, rumpigs, and wastrels, I ‘ave an announcement to make so ye best shut your booby traps an’ bloody well listen, aye?
Marvyn of Smackershackville, a sophisticated bastard indeed, ‘as plugged another stone into ‘is kidney, as it were, by which I mean t’say ‘nother notch has bit added to his scabberd, by which I mean the bugger’s made one more trip round that old bleedin’ blister of a sun who lords it over those of us who are fortunate enough to be let out in the daytime.
So raise yer rums and your moons-shine and put a thumb in yer eye and howl for the irreversible nature of time. ‘Ere we all go, but for the grace of no gods we know of. Bloody ‘ell, Marvyn, ‘ave something a peg harder and wince a touch more and down t’all in one ripe bleedin’ shot.