Arcon:
A Telegraph office, that must be a really new joke, I think the Last one closed about 40 Years ago.
A Man goes into a pub. Under his arm is a large box, which he places on the bar and opens. Inside is a tiny little man playing a piano. He plays beautifully, pop music, classics and jazz. Everyone in the pub falls silent and gathers round to watch this astonishing phenomenon. - “Where did you find him?” asks the publican. - “Well, I was beachcombing the other day when I came upon a rusty old fashioned lamp. I rubbed at it to try to clear off some of the barnacles and weed, and a genie leapt out and offered me any wish I cared to name” . - “I’d love to have a go at that” says the publican, “can you give me directions so that I can find the rusty lamp?” - ”Sure" . A week later, the man with the box under his arm returns to the pub, pushes open the door and is astonished when he sees the change the pub has undergone in the space of one short week. Everywhere he looks; there are thousands of ducks - some in china, some papier mache, some wood some metal, in all kinds of colors, shapes and designs. - “Well, the pub looks fantastic” he says to the publican, “but tell me, did you go down to the beach and find that rusty lamp.” - “I certainly did” replies the publican, “Your directions were very clear. I found the lamp, rubbed it, and - just as you described, out leapt the genie. One thing, though - I think he’s a little hard of hearing, because I didn’t ask him for masses of fantastic ducks” - “I know what you mean. I didn’t ask him for a 12-inch pianist either”.