A jolly chappy

When I got to the library, the gentleman with learning difficulties was already waiting. 'Mornin' Guv'nor' led into a really jolly monologue. Each phrase ended on an interrogative, which I gave up responding to, after what seemed a very long time. He's a really lovely bloke, but I really can't cope with all the loquaciousness, particularly in the morning. I had to turn away because tears started forming in my eyes.