[Pete.]

Prince Charles decided to take up jogging. Every day, he'd jog past ahooker standing on the same street corner. He learned to brace himself ashe approached her for what was almost certain to follow.


'One hundred and fifty pounds!' she'd shout from the curb. 'No! Fivepounds!' he would fire back, just to shut her up.


This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd runby and she'd yell 'One hundred and fifty pounds!' He'd yell back 'Fivepounds!'


One day, Camilla decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on hisjog.


As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, PrinceCharles realised she'd bark her £150 offer and Camilla would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings. He figured he'd better have a good explanation for his wife.


As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, he became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough, there was the hooker.


He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes, as she watched the pair jog past.

Then from her corner, the hooker yelled, 'See what you get for five pounds, you tight bastard?!'