Congratulations, sir!

Editor:

Well, now, we must just establish your identity. David 'Dai Number 9' Jones:
Identity? Editor:
Oh, purely a formality, of course. David 'Dai Number 9' Jones:
But I've never had to do that before. They all know me back home, see? Whimple:
But you must have an identity card, don't you? David 'Dai Number 9' Jones:
Well, it's behind the teapot at home, with my union card. Best place for them - I might lose them in London. Editor:
Ah. Heh. [pause] Editor:
Edmund? Whimple:
May I suggest, uh... [dialing gesture] Editor:
Ah, exactly. Ring up the manager of the colliery. No doubt he can help us. Whimple:
Excuse me, sir. [takes phone and dials 0] Whimple:
Get, get me... [pause as he reads the place name again] Whimple:
Heh heh, ummm, uh, H for hyacinth, A for azalea, F for fuschia... Editor:
[taking the phone impatiently]
Hafoduwchbenceubwllymarchogcoch 1! David 'Dai Number 9' Jones:
Congratulations, sir!