Ah! I get it... We have all laboured for many a long drunken hour over the origin of the word cockney to describe our friends from the Southern side of The wall that must never be crossed lest we be hung drawn and quartered by Thatcher's ghost. I am inclined to accept this well researched, factually reached synopsis explaining the origin story...
Hmmm There seems to be an exponentially growing number of these cyber-drones as more and more seemingly normal people become upgraded! David Tenant must be around here somewhere, right? Sadly I think their datacore must be corrupted as they seem utterly incoherent with the rules they are implementing from one moment to the next...
Awight mate. We spowk on the phown? Ow ya doin?
In keeping with the tone of this account, I feel almost certain this was Michael Barrymore, I'm right yes... Am I right? I am aren't I?
Is it possible I could have a copy of that image you begun your post with? I have a brand new bottle of sanitizer I have been keeping for a special occasion...
At-least they sent you to see the Mental Elf on a day when everyone was going... I was singled out for reasons I shall not go in to today... TWICE! Anyway I gotta run I have some jalapeno and red pepper hummus in the microwave and I do believe I just heard a ping...
It was the ghost of Michael BArrymore looking for a new place to live as the idea of being Michael Barrymore has obviously become too much for it!
Having to go in twice. Thats just cruel. They have so far only got me to go in once on a few occasions. I think they might have sussed that I add an hour on each way for travelling and it means I don't do anything :OD]
Enjoy that hummus, sounds smashing!