Cockney and Ballet...

So 'ere I sit, after writin' the chuffin' dickie birds 'temporal' and 'eternal' 'baht a 'undred times in me essay on ode on a grecian urn in me literature Green, and jammin' ter 'Solidarity' from Billy Elliot (and also tryin' ter figure aahhht 'a the bloomin' musical is 'excellent for students and children', after 'earin' the lines "you think yer smart ya cockney shite, ya wanna be suspicious? When ya were on the picket line, we went and fucked yer missus" in the song). Elton john may be a right pretentious thr'penny bit, but 'e Bobby can tickle and bite the Mae West musicals. 
Watch Billy Elliot at the Victoria Palace Theatre in London? Goin' on the Mrs Duckett list, along wif Caine's 'rcade and Burnin' Man fer Bobby. 

Yup, that was Cockney. I'm bored. 
Apparently Cockney rhyming slang was invented so that the coppers wouldn't be able to understand what the criminals were saying, which is why it finally makes sense to me. I mean, who in their right mind would call feet 'plates'? Or heads 'loaves of bread'? But, then again, I don't think anyone who speaks Cockney today is in their right mind. 

Okay wait, was that not good? Rewind, rewind, rewind...Right, let's start over.

In recent weeks, I have suddenly developed and intense fascination for ballet, hence the Billy Elliot stuff. Also, we were discussing Nadsat a while back, and the subject of Cockney rhyming slang came up. QED.

Just wanted to make the update. I need to write more on this blog.
Oh, my earphones went bust again. These ones. Less than a year this time. Wow. So I'm stuck without music-on-the-go. Not that I'll be going places during the exam, but still...