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He has apparently just written a book in which the following quote has not escaped some wit. Does it have a ring of truth?
“I regularly jogged out of Downing Street. On each run I happened to pass a hooker standing on the same corner day after day. With some apprehension I would brace myself for what was most certainly to follow.”
“Fifty quid” she would shout,
“No way – 50p” I fired back.
This ritual went on every time I set out for my jog.
“Fifty quid” she would shout. And I would yell back “50p.”
“One day Cherie wanted to accompany me and as we jogged nearer to the problematic corner, I realised that the ‘pro’ would bark her fifty quid offer and Cherie would wonder what I had been doing on my jogs. I realised that I’d need to have a damn good explanation for my illustrious lawyer wife.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. I tried to avoid her eyes as the pair of us jogged past. Then from the pavement the hooker yelled,
“See what you get for 50p.”
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Poor Cherie!