G'day Lemon yor Aargy Baargy female carillion has helped me send this message. Obvo, tomorrow aftos match with the cricketing pommes is in the soft south, at Lords.
The real agro is at Headingly, hub of the universe, as you tykes say, later next week.
Letting you know, we've seen the advantage they have with you in some calendar they sponsored looking bonza with white roses covering too much of the lady area.
Ms Lemongrove, you have to give us real men a chance. We have photies of the Trueman and Boycott pommes on our dressing room walls, we are proud to consider them honorary convicts.
So equal things up, stick a few pics of us on the walls of The Aargy Baargy and remember, we have tried to help you speak our lingo, even though we've had your masseuse operative carillion's crabby attempt at a phrase book. I mean, what is a Yorkshire curt tarte? She's told us there are plenty in your Aargy.
If there's anyone still doubting our real antegrity, I assure you Ms Lemongrove none of us will rub our balls with sandpaper while at Headingly ever again. Yours ever Big Bruce,