London Ey-Yeh

A man approached us today outside the Table Tennis arena. He was foreign, although I couldn't quite discern where from. He asked us a question. We answered. Then we asked him if he was enjoying his time in London. Oh yes, he said. I've seen Big Ben, he said. Big Ben, Buckingham Palace. London ey-yeh.

London Ey-yeh? 

Ey--yeh. 

Ey-yeh?

Eyyyyyy-yeeh. You know, big wheel. 

OH! London Eye!

Ah yes. London aaiiiii.

After he left, we looked at each other, and one of us said, you have lovely ey-yesssss! and, tired from a long day of being extremely nice to hoards of flag-bearing, stupid-question-asking visitors, we all doubled over in illicit, politically incorrect, hysterical mirth. 

For the rest of the shift, all we needed to get us going again was ey-yeh.

Sorry! I have something in my ey-yeh! 

I've got my ey-yeh on you!

Ey-yeh.