In this case a pleasant fiction is appropos. The man is  with MI 5. His task is to draw attention while another courrier with one of those red leather government valises passes it unobserved.
I had a close encounter with Steve Baldwin, brother to Alec ( think of that earlier acting family, the Booths.) He's wearing a  midnight blue suit jacket and waistcoat, tshirt, bluejeans and dirty sneakers while imitating Mole from Wind in the Willows squinting in the noonday sun.
I'm having lunch with a monk from Saint John Maximovitch of Shanghai and San Francisco monastery. Steve walks up, interupts our conversation and announces 'Jesus loves you and Islam is not the answer!' I produced my 3bar cross and let the sunlight reflect in Steve's eyes. He retreated. Brother Lawrence looks at me and says ' Hey, didn't the guy in Dracula do that?'

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This is the trouble with living in the suburbs, you never know what you might see.

Its definitely pronounced "twat". I think maybe in Guy Ritchie films, he has the chirpy gangsters protaganists speak like this, being a toff himself and ikely to pronounce it incorrectly as "twot'.

Prefer bunnies in bow ties myself.
RR