Prince Charles decided that he was going to take up jogging. Every day when running, he jogged past a hooker who was always standing at the same street corner. He would brace himself as he approached her each day for what he learned was sure to follow. It soon became something of a ritual between them...... "One hundred and fifty pounds!" she would shout as he passed. "No....Only five pounds" he would shout back just to p*ss her off. A few weeks went by and Camilla, having been at the pies a bit too much, decided to accompany Charles on his daily jog. Charles and his wife were approaching the corner where he knew the hooker would be. He was dreading it and was racking his brains to have an explanation ready for Camilla. He began to get even more embarrassed as he saw the tart only a few metres away now. As they passed the tart looked at them quizzically... then shouted. "Yeah....You can blush.........See what you get for a fiver, you tight bastard???"