It weren’t right were it? Bloody hell no. Woke up the other morning in ol’ Blighty, thought I had a sore throat, but no, turned out I’d come down with a Cockney accent, inn’I? They’d asked me at the border check if I had anything contagious, y’know piggy flu or swine feber (that one’s Spanish I think), but they didn’t tell me the island was loaded with things you could catch.