Ok, so I can see what they wanted to do here. It's not gonna work, in my not so humble opinion....
But lets give the PR drone the benefit of the doubt and say that somehow he manages to pull it off. Quite aside from the point that the only language one needs to have ne-er do wells understand are the words "get out" and possibly "I am arresting you for..."...
What about the 'regions' as the English government use to refer to the other 3 nations in the UK...
I really cannot see this London/US Ghetto hybrid that the southern chavs now speak being quite so well received here in bonny Scotland.....
Picture if you will the earnest "yoof" educated Tesco staff member attempting to engage with our young ned friend, lets call him "Basher".....
(apologies in advance for the travesty that is the language...)
Staff: "Yo, my homie, checks this out, ai? We has some phaat deals on da munchies ai?".
Basher: "Wha the fu*k you on aboot, yer wee daftie? Are yoouse aff yer jellies or somein? Ah jus wanna buy a bottle 'o' buckie, alright pal?"
Staff "Oh fa shizzle my nizzle, but the man, the man don't like that, you know? Dey is not lettin the blood grab their hooch, after 10pm. Dat shit ain't a tesco requirement, but comes from the law, yo?"
Basher: "Waat? Waat? You're a fuckin wide-o fud...geemie ma buckie NOOO, ya dobber!"
Staff: "Yo, homie, I'm down, I'm down, know what I mean? No need to bring it down on a nigger, ai?"
Basher: "What d'yer call me? A'm no a fuckin darkie, yer wee shite. I'm gonnie fuckin do you fer tha"
[tinkle as ned smashes a bottle of "bucky"]
Staff: "Whoa man, put that shit down, man, der is no need to be gettin all agro, init.....am I bovvered?
Basher: "Aye, yer fearty noo, ya wee puffy prick...am gonnae chib you noo!"
It's probably best to leave our two friends here, before the subsequent GBH incident.....