Herewith an excerpt from a genuine piece of local dialogue. I mean, why would I make this stuff up?
The scene: a suburban café; Benedict Ambrose attempting to order his breakfast.
BA: A black filter coffee and a bacon roll, please.
Waitress: Mug or a cup?
BA: A mug, please.
W: A white or a brown?
BA: Oh, er… What’s the difference?
W: Em, one’s white, one’s brown… eh…
BA: The mugs… ?
W: No, the rolls.
BA: Oh, sorry, I thought you meant… A-heh-heh. Er, white. Please.
Oh, the banter!
