A man walk up to a ticket counter in Kings Cross Station. MAN: (In a bunged-up voice) "Firt clah ticket to Nottin'am, plis." TICKET GUY: "Sorry, sir?" MAN: "Firt clah ticket to Nottin'am, plisss!" TICKET GUY: (produces a packet of sweets) "You should try these, sir. New cherry menthol Tunes!" MAN: "Why? Will they cure my Down Syndrome?"