One Sunday morning Sir Percy Ponsonby-Smythe, WC and Chain, VD and Scar, headed off to the
famous Wentworth golf course in his Rolls-Royce for a game of golf with some stockbroker friends.
He drove into the car park, parked the car and headed towards the club house. The local car
cleaner, an East End lad, ran up to him.
Coversation as follows:
"Morning Guv, the Roller looks a bit dusty can I wash her for you?'
'Good idea, my boy,' said the gentleman and reached into his pocket for his keys. As he pulled
them out, his hankerchief, some bank notes and two tees fell to the gound. The lad picked up the
items and handed them over but kept the tees in his hand and stared at them.
"What are them things for, Guv?'
"I put my balls on those when I drive.'
"Blimey, Rolls-Royce think of everything, don't they!'
famous Wentworth golf course in his Rolls-Royce for a game of golf with some stockbroker friends.
He drove into the car park, parked the car and headed towards the club house. The local car
cleaner, an East End lad, ran up to him.
Coversation as follows:
"Morning Guv, the Roller looks a bit dusty can I wash her for you?'
'Good idea, my boy,' said the gentleman and reached into his pocket for his keys. As he pulled
them out, his hankerchief, some bank notes and two tees fell to the gound. The lad picked up the
items and handed them over but kept the tees in his hand and stared at them.
"What are them things for, Guv?'
"I put my balls on those when I drive.'
"Blimey, Rolls-Royce think of everything, don't they!'
