"Morning Fawlty!"
last week by mentioning to a chap in another car that he was blocking me from leaving my parking space. As this chap moved off the retired major-type leaned into my open window and bellowed into my face. "That!" he cried, "was a niggaaah with a telephone!" And with that, he stalked off, pleased with his morning's work.
Things are different up norf.
"Morning Fawlty!"
10 characters? Pile of cund.
I imagine he drove a Mustang convertible with a honking horn affixed to the side and wore a Biggles scarf
Such appallingly outdated language too
"Telephone" indeed
10 characters? Pile of cund.