Sherlock Holmes: The Devils Daughter delay
Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St. Swithen’s Day already? ‘Tis, replied Aunt Helga.
He claimed he was my father, he did. Poke the monster with a stick. Tuppence a jab. C’mon, queue up lads.
Jolly sodding xmas, Major. Choke on it! Oh, crikey. You gave me a smash on the noggin last year.
You don’t have the cobbles.