Book Title Jokes — Number 003
I’d decided to pick up a copy of Angus Wilson’s 1956 satirical novel centred around a dubious archaeological dig. So I headed down to the Waterstone’s in Piccadilly — knowing my local branch was unlikely to stock it — and browsed quickly through the fiction department. Nope.
More in hope than expectation, I approached the clerk at the nearest till.
“How can I help?” said the clerk.
I leaned forward. “I’m looking for Anglo Saxon Attitudes,” I said.
The clerk paused and then jumped slightly behind his counter and wriggled a little. It made him look like an eel.
“Have you tried the Conservatives?” he said.