Call that fair?

It in’t reyt, us an’t play dahn sath in’t middle o’t night, while them lot o’er t’hills can ‘ave black pudding and pickled onions, an’ cruise dahn t’Swansea on thur e-bikes, in thur Thom Browne puffers an’ flat caps, with pipefuls of Capstan full strength an’ thur bank o’dave Visa cards. An’ they brought so many fans, they almost filled a Reliant Robin. Call that fair, cos Ah don’t.