A story I was just reminded of when nattering to an old Islander in the bar.
As the saying has it, every village has its idiot and the Isle of Wight has more villages than most. Well the tale goes that one of these yokels from a place called Whitwell makes his first ever trip up to London. He gets off the train at Waterloo Station and suddenly it dawns on him that he hasn't got a bloody clue where he is going. So he approaches a copper and asks him in his thick Island accent (if you have never heard it it is very close to a Dorset twang) where such and such was.
'Bleeding hell' says the bobby hearing him 'where the hell do you come from?'
'I comes from Wital (the local pronounciation for Whitwell)' says the bumpkin proudly.
'Wital? where the bloody hells Wital?' says the copper.
'Thats funny' says the confused Caulkhead 'Everyone in Wital knows where London is'!!!!!!!!

I have it on good authority that every word is true!!!!!!!!