Out of the mouths of Tarts...

Extract from Tony’s new book!

‘I had regularly started jogging out of Downing Street .

On each run I happened to jog past a hooker standing

on the same street corner, day after day.

With some apprehension I would brace myself as

I approached her for what was most certainly to follow.

"Fifty quid!" she would shout from the kerb.

"No way, 50p!" I fired back..

This ritual between myself and the

hooker continued for days.

I'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty quid!"

And I'd yell back "50p!"

One day however Cherie decided

that she wanted to accompany me on my jog.

As we jogged nearer the problematic street corner,

I realised the "pro" would bark her £50 offer and Cherie

would wonder what I'd really been doing on all my past outings.

I realised I’d need to have a damn good

explanation for my illustrious lawyer wife.

As we jogged into the turn that would take them

past the corner, I became even more

apprehensive than usual.

Sure enough, there was the hooker.

I tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes

as she watched the pair of us jog past.

Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled,

"See what you get for 50p?" :roll:
Old, old joke. He must have been scraping the barrel to trot that one out. And what respect he must have for his pet dragon to suggest she's worth 50p when we all know she's worth feck all! 8)

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