And now, here are a few Jokes from the Tube?

I found that driver who had cause to complain to me about my golf clubs very offensive and down right rude. It was not my fault that the clubs were in the way of the door shutting, my man Cuthbertson who generally looks after them had just fallen under the train. What was I supposed to do, move them myself? The pie was in actual fact a portion of Fortnum & Mason's "P�t� de foie gras" that Cuthbertson had just removed from a peasant who was obviously not suited to such delicacies, as a result the chap picked Cuthbertson up and threw him under the train. The driver chappie soon apologised after I took my stick to his scrawny back and shoulders, damned impertinence.