Going to the Forster Gallery tomorrow to see Xenz, who is The Man.
The Forster Gallery is up in London.
This bloke from Somerset drives his truck to London, gets stuck in Oxford Street, pulls out the nail that hold his window up, sticks his head and says:
"Yer! Is this Lunnon?"
"Ye-es" says the Londoner, who is a hedge fund manager as it happens.
"Wer d'you wan' these logs then?" he says.
I apologise if this fails to tickle your amusement centres. Down here it never fails to bring the house down, but we take life a bit slower than you city folk, and we only need three or four jokes to keep us laughing for months and months.