I say, old boy, how the blazes are you?

[Stout chap]

Hello, chums! It's awfully good to meet fellow Englishmen way out here in the Brazilian rainforest - or is it Dutch Guiana? Look here, I came here in a bally flying machine! It crashed into a mountain, you know; more specifically into a herd of sheep. The villagers weren't too impressed, you follow? but it was lamb chops for them all that night, b'god!

 

[Oliver Twisted]

So, what part of California are you from?

 

[Stout chap]

I come from Piddinghoe. You know, that little village next to Newhaven - the ferry port to Dieppe - in East Sussex. Course, I was born in Brighton, you follow?

 

[Oliver Twisted]

Yeah, I follow. B'god.

 

[someplace]

So tell me how the sea sounds at Brighton Pier...

 

[bluemuse]

You're a rather spunky 92 year old man, aren't you?

 

[District Line]

Is that you Danny?

 

[Stout chap]

Brighton pier? It's quite shite, really, if I may be so bold. The West Pier in its heyday, now there was a pier, b'god!

Danny? Oh, you mean Real-Admiral Danny, of the fifteenth division. No no, I assure you, he and I are quite different chaps, b'god! Y'know, I remember Danny's first day at sailor school. With his hand-me-down satchel, his two-sizes-too-big blazer, his woeful collection of marbles and his lard-of-dubious-origin which he kept in his very-large pink spotted handkerchief. Of course, a good bullying was on all our minds in the upper sixth, but as you know, lads without nicknames can't be riled for anything other than a rugby club type nature, you follow? And there isn't much one can do with "Danny". So it came as great relief when he got his promotion and we had the chance to call him Rear-Admirer! By gum, yes, Danny finally had his nickname and we finally had our fun, b'god!