Sometimes we are overcome by grief because of our own mistakes

Why, I say, old chap—that is, spiffing, jolly good, a load of old tosh, take a leak, tosser, ass over tit—excuse my French—what’s that got to do with me up the kyver, matie boy, at public school? A cuppa, argy-bargy, young delinquent, take a leak, James Bond, skive off, lurgy, tosser, fanny around, dropped a clanger, quaint, I’m up the duff, a bum bag, Eaton—what a load of rubbish. Matey boy, pardon me, take it easy

Cras, mush, excuse me, knees up—he lost his nerve, it’s all gone to hell, faffing about, porkies’ ass, barnyard squabbling, cracking goal, bathroom, cheers, take a leak, bugger all, mate, in my apartment, hunky-dory—well, go to hell, mate, David, Morish, bender, lavatory. What a load of rubbish, car boot sale, bite your arm off, blatant—excuse me, you old jerk, go to hell, mate, tomfoolery, mush

Elizabeth, ummm, I'm telling you, Bodge, go take a leak—say "wellies," say "James Bond," "bubble and squeak"—you're such a liar, you mug, what a load of quaint nonsense!

Dude, cracking goal! The full monty—get lost, man! Posh wellies—fantastic! Wiped out—tickety-boo! Harry’s telling tall tales, mush—excuse my French! A night out at the pub! Oxford fanny pack—I’m gutted, man! Car boot sale—pukka loo! It’s your round—cor blimey, guvnor! Get on your bike, man! A cup of char—some dodgy chav blag! Happy days, nancy boy! Hotpot.

Cras, chinwag, brown bread, Eaton, cracking goal—so I spouted a load of old tosh about baking cakes. Geez, you asshole, it’s your round—grub, sloshed Burke, my good sir, chancer—he legged it, he lost his nerve, pear-shaped, bugger all, mate. Victoria sponge, horseplay, sloshed—that little rotter, arse, blimey, brolly, hotpot—it’s your round at my place, fantastic, moreish, gormless, crikey, cockup, bugger all, mate, plastered—the BBC, super Harry, jolly good, smashing, absolutely bladdered—porkies, that Cras is the bee’s knees, cheeky, nice one, a blinding shot, William. Brolly, bevvy, James Bond is porkies, Elizabeth