RADAR, Catcher, Bill Risley and Dabbles are walking down a street in London.
They turn a corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar - All drinks 10p."
They look at each other and then go in, thinking, this is too good to be true.
The old bartender, Mark, says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, gentlemen?"
There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini.
In no time, Mark serves up four iced martinis—shaken, not stirred—and says, "That'll be 10p each, please."
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40p, finish their martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying, "That's 40p, please."
They pay the 40p, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and haven't even spent a £1 yet.
Finally RADAR says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a 10p a piece?"
"I'm a retired tailor," Mark says, "and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, liquor, beer -- it's all the same."
"Wow! That's some story!" Bill Risley says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing a bloke at the end of the bar who doesn't have a drink in front of him and hasen't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.
Nodding at guy at the end of the bar, Catcher asks the bartender, "What's with him?"
Mark the bartender says, "Oh, that's Joe, he's from Scotland. He's just waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price."
