Tony Blurr called Prescott into his office one day and said, "John I have a great idea! We are going to go all out to win the country voters." "Good idea PM, how will we go about it?" said Prescott.
"Well," said Blurr, "We'll get ourselves one of those Barbour jacket, some boots, a stick and an Acura hat, oh and a Sheep Dog. Then we'll really look the part. We'll go to a typical old country pub, we'll show we really enjoy the countryside."
"Right PM," said Prescott. Days later, all kitted out and with the requisite dog, they set off from Sedgefield in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for and found a typical country pub. Walked in with the dog and up to the bar.
"Good Morning mate," said Tony, to the bartender, "two pints of your best beer."
"Good afternoon Prime Minister," said the barman, "two pints of our best coming up".
Blurr and Prescott stood leaning on the bar drinking their beer and chatting, nodding now and again to those who came into the bar for a drink. The dog lay quietly at their feet.
All of a sudden, the door from the adjacent bar opened and in came a grizzled old farmer, complete with stick. He walked up to the dog, lifted it's tail with the stick and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the other bar.
A few moments later, in came another old farmer with his stick. He walked up to the dog, lifted it's tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and went back to the other bar. Over the course of the next hour or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually, Blurr and Prescott could stand it no longer and called the Barman over. "Tell me," said Blurr, "why did all those old farmers come in and look under the dog's tail like that? Is it an old farming custom?"
"Strewth no!" said the barman. "It's just that someone went in and told them that there was a sheep dog in this bar with two ****holes!"
