One fine afternoon a gentleman was walking round the grounds of a hospital on the South Coast with the secretary, a somewhat pompous man, Seeing two disconsolate-looking patients seated on a bench under a tree, the latter went over to them.
"Enjoying the sunshine? Getting some fresh air?" he asked heartily, There was a short silence and then one of the patients said in a broad Northern accent: "When art tha going to get tips put on t'billiard cues?"
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