Don't all English birds fall into one of two broad categories? Either they are buck-toothed, scurvy-ridden claphounds who squawk like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins, or else they are impossibly posh totty like Elizabeth Hurley in Austin (sorry, Orr-stin) Powers?
Watch yer step, me old china, it'll all end in barney. Keep schtum on the dog n' bone, you don't wanna make a berk of yourself. Plus I don't want to be stirring the porridge of every randy cowson who infects all our tarts with who-knows-what.
p.s. You. Australian bloke. Get back in your cell before hungy dingoes eat your baby!