As It's "what's For Dinner?" The Yorkshire Pudding Yarn
A depressed-looking man, looking a bit like Ketterin' Ed, is sitting in a cheap, greasy diner in a Leeds suburb.
He picks up the menu and sees that it contains just three dishes: meatloaf, shepherd's pie and Yorkshire pudding. The waitress comes over to take his order.
"I'll have the Yorkshire pudding," says the man glumly, "and if you could throw in a few kind words that would be mighty welcome."
The waitress leaves and returns a few minutes later with a plate of Yorkshire pudding. She bangs the plate on the table in front of the man and starts to walk off, flicking her marigolds.
"Hey," says the man. "I got my dinner; how about those kind words?"
The waitress turns, takes the cigarette out her mouth and says, "Don't eat t'bloody puddin'."