The Year is 2052.

I'll walk one side of my street every morning. There and back, like. My only chance to meet another person all day long, that is. Aye. Put a quid on a 'orse and 'ope it comes in in the afternoon, not that that 'appens often.....I wish they 'adn't banned the internet back in the '20s, I would 'ave summat to do otherwise.