A woman wanted to go to the pawnbroker. She asked one guy:
Is there a pawnbroker’s in Hove?’
He blinked at her.
‘There is in Brighton, which is more or less the same
‘Do you know where it is?’
‘You want to ’ock somefing?’
‘I’m afraid I do. It isn’t of much value, I know. But a
pound would be very useful.’ She pulled the ring from her
finger and handed it to him.
‘It ain’t glass, I shouldn’t fink,’ he said, placing it on the
top joint of his smallest finger and twisting it round. ‘