In the East End of London, within the sound of Bow Bells, a Cockney Englishman is leaning against a lamp post on a very windy day. He observes an attractive young lady having difficulty keeping her skimpy miniskirt from blowing up in the wind. To make her difficulties worse, she is not wearing any underwear.
"A bit airy todoy, oin't it, Miss?" he asks.
She yells back, "Well, wot didja bloody expect, feathers?!"