Duck wanders into a bar.
"Pint of lager and some prork scratchings mate" says the duck.

The barman is a bit stunned by this. "We don't get many talking ducks around here", he says. "What brings you to these parts?"

"I'm working on the building site over the road", says the duck.

"Building site? With your talents, you should be in showbiz", states the barman. The duck just shrugs, finishes his pint and waddles off.

Later that night, the barman's mate comes in, who happens to be a showbiz agent. The barman excitedly tells his friend about the talking duck, and the agent agrees enthusiastically that he should sign him up, the pound signs flashing before his eyes.

Next day the duck returns, and orders a pint of lager and a bag of pork scratchings. The barman excitedly tells the duck about his mate. "I had a chat with him last night, he thinks you could make a fortune. The circus is in town, he can get you a gig there and see how it goes".

The duck thinks about this for a moment, takes a pull from his pint, and says, "the circus?"

The barman nods.

"That big tent where they have animals and clowns and stuff?"

The barman nods again.

The duck takes another sip of his pint, looking at the barman quizzically.

"What the hell would a circus want with a plasterer?"
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 12 Jan 2009, 19:06, Reply)