But here's a bit o' talk I heard between two costers as I was leavin' Gatti's that first nicht.
"Hi, Alf, wot' jer fink o' that Scotch bloke ?" one of them asked his mate.
The other began to laugh.
"Blow me, 'Ennery, d'ye twig what 'e meant?
I didn't," he said.

"Not 'arf! But, lu'mme, eyen't he funny ?" Weel, after a', a manager can no do mair than his best, puir chiel.
They thocht they were richt when they would no give me a turn.

They thocht they knew their audiences.

But the two costers could ha' told them a thing or two.

It was just sicca they my agent and the managers and a' had thocht would stand between me and winning a success in London.