Innit.

It always starts innocently don't it? You're chatting to a couple mates and you miss out your double t's so suddenly the world ain't so pre'ey anymore. You go back to the bar and order another bo'le o wine or whatever tipple they may fancy. Then you find you're losin your g's too, innit? So it doesn't ma'er wot's on telly cos everyone's watchin it anyway. By this time you don't realise wot's goin on and add the occasional innit - just to take the mickey. But that ain't enough? innit? Cos suddenly you've erased 12 years of schoolin and forget all them tings you learnt about wot word goes when. Cos everythinks sick. His new ipod is sick. Her new boots are so sick. I'm sick. So damn sick. Innit? Then the inevitable happens? And everything becomes a question? Like when you go outside to get some fresh air cos the place is too smoky? You begin tawkin to the group huddled next to the outdoor heater smokin dem faygs. Its so cold? she says. The only reason why dey aven't got any more eaters out ere is cos dey're skint, the guy who has obviously been here too long and dropped his h's a long time ago says. You go back inside after talking to the teenagers chainsmoking outside and sit back down. You've got a txt. Oi u at pub?w b down l8tr orite.dontleav.xk. Funny ow d 'oi' aint really necessary bt ther anyway. You reply: k xxw. Good job i ain't come to this country to be learnin english. Cos it definately aint the right place to be doin that sorta thingk. xxw