The ol' bread knife and I took Daughter Numo Unero to have a mooch about Reading Uni with a view to her doing a business degree there.
We found ourselves in the Henley Business School.
"Babe, babe," the ol bread knife said to me, "woss Henley business, then?"
"Wodja mean, doll?"
"Well, this is a school for Henley business. What is Henley business, summink to do wiv boats, y'know, like the Henley regatta de blanc?"
"Yeah, that's it, doll. Boats..."