Then there was this Yuppy marketing mamager who had offended his boss, and been posted to a remote littlw village in North Wales.

After a week ore two of this h got very board and loansome.

He asked the locals what they did for light entertainment, and was told that it was the practice for trhe local men to venture up into the hillside and find a sheep, and have thier wicked way.

Disgusting he thought, but as time went on, and his frustrations grew he decided that when in Wales, do what the locals do.

So fair enough, he went up the hill and picked the preteist ewe he could find, took her back to his hotel room, bathed her, dressed her in a pink bow, and decided to take her out to the pub for a pre-coitial drink.

He and the sheep walked into the pub. Sudden silence, all conversation stopped. The darts stopped. The TV went off.

The Yuppy was a bit put out at this
"You hypocrits!", he said, "Here I am doing what you all do but trying a bit of finess and style, and you take this attitude."

"'Ere", said one of the locals, " We've no problem with what you do to her, but here women arn't allowed in Pubs !"

Gareth