One day, one of the bands asks him if he can find them a hooker. “No bovver at all, my san!” Off he goes, and sure enough, within a few minutes he’s back with a lady of the night.
“That’s the caravan you want, my luv, that one over there. Once you’ve finished doing the business, I’ll settle up wiv yer.”
A few hours later, the lady presents him with her bill, but it’s a bit more than expected.
“What the bladdy ‘ell has gone on here?” screams Michael, “This is fahsands of pahnds!”
“Well,” she explains, “after I’d finished with the first band, I did a bit of business with Jimi Hendrix, The Who, Grateful Dead, you know.”
"But,” fumes Michael…
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