Time for an experiment in phonetic spelling-

One weekend, the Jones of Deptford, proud working-class Londoners to the core, received a visit from Aunt Julia. Though no less proletarian in background than themselves, Aunt Julia had married well and had acquired a few airs and graces. One evening, while perusing that month's "Tatler", Aunt Julia was interrupted by young Frank, who required assistance with his homework.........

Frank- Ar d'yer spell "orse" ?

Aunt Julia- Ey beg yower pahdon, Frarncis ?

Frank- Ar d'yer spell "orse" ?

Aunt J- Do yew bay any charnce mean, "horse" ?

Frank- Yer.

Aunt Julia- Well, please pronince it in thee corrict feshion, Frarncis. Then ey shell inform yew of thee corrict spelling.

Young Frank falls silent, until a few minutes later.

Frank (insistently)- Ar d'yer spell "orse" ??

Aunt J- Frarncis, ey hev orlready teyold yew, it is "horse".

Frank (screaming)- AR D'YER SPELL ORSE, AUNTIE JULIA ?!

Aunt J (sternly)- Frarncis, ey shell not till yew again, it is "horse".

Frank- I'VE ALREADY GOT THE BLEEDIN' "H" !!

Boom boom.