You have to say this in the accent of those taking part.
An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar.
They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in
the corner.
He's so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.
They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs: 'My
God, it's Lord!'
Sure enough, it is Lord, nursing a pint.
Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of
Fosters and a pint of bitter.
Lord accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and
drinks the pints slowly, one after another.
After he's finished the drinks, Lord approaches the trio.
He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking
him for the Guinness.
When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement: 'My God!
The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!'
Lord then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager.
As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock.
'Strewth mate, the bad back I've had all my life is completely
gone! It's A Miracle.'
Lord then approaches the Scouser who says,
'Back off, mate, I'm on disability benefit. ____
