Some years ago a gent in Sussex who does the occasional zany comedy act in local folk clubs, was walking to the car park across the road from the Prince Albert pub in Trafalgar Street, Brighton, where he had just appeared, when he was approached by a young lady who asked him if he would like to do business. Flushed by the success of his earlier performance, he naively thought she had been in the club and wanted to book him to perform somewhere else. "Yes", he replied. "I usually charge about 60 quid". The girl mumbled something like "Oh clever bugger, very funny" and walked off.