Well, Mytes, ‘ere’s where we ite our mid-afternoon meal at the Paddington an’ all.
I ‘ad a plite uv Oxford bangers an’ mash, and the Mrs. ite a rack o’ ribs.
I washed mine down wiv a pint o’ cider, thou knowest, an' the Mrs. ‘ad a diet Coke.
We ite so much that we rolled to the Lancaster Tube stop. It was qui' a sight if I sie so me-self.