Here's a bit of food for thought. An article in the Aug. issue of "The Oldie" mag. entitled "Eliza Doolittle was right to 'ate haitches" (by Johnny Grimond) deals with the "bothersome" letter h, as in "Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly ever happen."
As your resident correspondent "down under" I am alert to any Aussie reference and I quote partly; "Cockney pronunciations not only endured in England - in 1991 the Archbishop of Canterbury, George Carey, wrote that "at the age of seventeen-and-a-half, I discovered the letter h in the English language-but spread as far as Australia."
In the 1970s, when John Betjeman (some say Monica Dickens) was signing copies of his poems in a Sydney bookshop, and duly inscribed a proffered volume with the name "Emma Chizzit, "he was embarrassed to learn that this was not what the customer was called but a question about the price."
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