An Englishman staggers, ashen-faced, into a roadside bar, demanding a large brandy.
The barman is concerned.
“Well” says the man,
“I was just driving along and my BMW suddenly gave up the ghost!
So I cruised into the layby just along the road here, and opened the bonnet.
But I have no idea how these modern cars work!
I was about to call the Automobile Association when I saw two horses come up to the fence and peer at the engine.
And one of them actually spoke!
Clear as day!
Couldn’t believe my ears!
”
“Oh, yes – what did it say?”
“Well, this is the extraordinary thing – it told me to press down on some bit of plastic until I heard a click.
So I did that – and then this horse told me to try the engine – and it started immediately!
”
“Ah,” said the barman.
“And tell me, what colour was this horse?”
“Colour?
Colour?
Whatever do you mean?
The damn’ thing spoke to me, clear as day!
In fact, it was a brown horse!
”
“Thought so,” says the barman, polishing the next batch of glasses.
“Thought so?
Didn’t you hear what I was saying?
This horse dam’ well spoke to me!
”
“Well”, says the barman, “I thought it would be her.
The white one knows nothing about BMW ignition systems!
”
