Winston Churchill's Life and Times

I have an uncle who was born in Gloucestershire. He's lived his whole life in Gloucester and he's going to die there. And he does literally talk. Nobody can understand what he says. It's a true British farmer dialect. I bet he's got a sort of a ruddy, shiny face. Quite tense. Very wrinkly. But he's always looked at 80. Pivity hit and it didn't go away. That was a bit like milkshit. Black and black out of here. We will fight them on the beaches. Mom. If you're listening please send me some cocoa in the mail. The posty the post fighter will bring