I hated ringing his place to hear that, so luckily for me there were a couple of others on call... fellers wot could talk the Queens English all proper like.
Ah, ya'll think yer all knowed up, with your fancy talkn' and all.
Ah, but I are all knowed up... dun got teached proper English by and English teacher wot learneded her stuff all proper like.
Which reminds me of a 'stiff upper lip versus the colonial' story:
During WW1 a very prim and proper English officer spots an Australian digger's slouch hat in the mud and feels it is not a dignified end for a hat that's been worn so proudly. As he is trying to remove it a very Australian head emerges from the mud and the cavalry corporal retorts: "Strewth, mate, can't yer bleedin' wait 'til I gets me flamin' feet outta the stirrups?"
The Engish officer is dismayed at the corpral's lack of respect for the language and asks: "Sir, do you not know the King's English?"
The corporal replies: "Strewth, mate, I'm here fighting for the bastard, so I flamin' well hope he is!"