Down the Yokels' Local ; the Village Pub Was Crowded. The Air Was Thick with the Local Accent and Booze-Filled Gibberish, Rich with Dialect Cliches: 'I'm Prapper Zamswagged, Maid. I Abn Bin Veeling Very Viddy Zince I Got Out of Baid.'

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The village pub was crowded. The air was thick with the local accent and booze-filled gibberish, rich with dialect cliches: "I'm prapper zamswagged, maid. I abn bin veeling very viddy zince I got out of baid."

The big man ran a scornful eye over the bar regulars braying into their pint glasses. His friends shook their heads in disbelief.

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Down the Yokels' Local ; the Village Pub Was Crowded. The Air Was Thick with the Local Accent and Booze-Filled Gibberish, Rich with Dialect Cliches: 'I'm Prapper Zamswagged, Maid. I Abn Bin Veeling Very Viddy Zince I Got Out of Baid.'

"Bloody din," the big stranger scowled. "Demned cheek, too. The staff are ignoring us."

He tapped again on the counter with a 50p but the...

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