'Bollocks,' he says, mildly.

'Can' be that they've never heard an Englishman aroun' here before.'

Can it?

Mind you, he's not bad at accents. He could put one on! The idea amuses him, but not nearly as much as the thought of rolling his own cigarettes again. He hasn't done it in so long, he wonders if he remembers how.

'Does everyone in this time witter on like that? Reminded me of me Auntie Sheila. She never shuts up either.'