*assumes accent* hi cobbers, have come to warn you of a ragabond from the U.K, impersonating our prime minister, have him roasted over a barbie if you see him, goes by the id of EMB, needs a good bath and his armpits shaved, got odd boots on and is slightly cross eyed.
*peers over spex*
Ah, I'd know that gaunt figure with the tweed suit and dealer's boots....it's that famous impersonator from the Muppet Show...Gonzo the Great, a.k.a. Logs. Just a small question about a crisp Five Pound Note matey, that you've owed me since Harold Wilson left office. I reckon that's six quid now with interest. Tell you what though as I'm not hard-hearted, you can buy me a cup o' tea and a spam sarnie. Well that's if there's enough lucre. Have you seen the prices over here ? *grabs side of chair to stop fainting*
Oh one more thing, don't take any notice of him regarding the weather. He's a wimp. He's *adopts cockney accent*
'darn sarf, mush'. Now if he lived up North where I dwell, he'd have something to complain about. Fur lined long johns are the order of the day. However, he's right. The weather is dreadful. Upside-down it is...if you'll pardon the expression.
However, if you could accommodate us for a nice holiday at your expense, we'd be ever-so grateful and might even recommend your names be put forward to Lizzie, for a little something in the New Year's Honours List. We're well known in polite circles you know.
