Originally Posted by loganrbt
Spent a week in a hostel in London many years back. Landlady was strictly Cockney and I couldn't understand a word she said all week long!
in a hostel in dover my wife and i visited with a very old man who was cockney. he spent thirty minutes trying to, as far as i could make out, tell us about his time as a japanese pow. whatever the case, after about ten minutes, i gave up asking him to repeat everything and spent twenty minutes politely nodding and smiling.


sure, you can talk to god, but if you don't listen then what's the use? so, onward through the fog!