Morris O'Brian submits his review of The Slanket (in its original Cockney Slang):
Oi fellas and girls, I'm 'ere ter tell yer about a brilliant new fin' that I got last month from me ole lady- The chuffin' Slanket- a sleeved blanket that lets yer sit on yor arse all day long wivout ever cotchin' a chill by copping up.
I 'ave spent all day in the same position, messing me PSP and wotchin' Man v. Food on the Liza. Right. Me Scotch eggs are numb and I can't stand me own smell, but I'm the only one 'ere, right, so it don't make much of a difference.
Do ya like 'amburgers 'n chips? Me too, mate. Well, The Slanket is a 'undred times better! If yer 'ave ten Lady Godivas ter spend, yer 'ave ter get yorself a Slanket. If yor birffday is comin' up, ask for one, know what I mean? I ain't tellin' ya porkies- The Slanket's the bee's knees!