A group of guys are in a bar laughing, joking, drinking and just having a great time in general. As with all joke telling sessions, themes are followed as they give each other ideas, and a run of blonde jokes ensues, much to the mirth of most of the people in the pub.
Much merriment is had until a well-presented blonde woman approaches them and says "Excuse me stupid. I've heard enough of your stereotypical blonde jokes that do nothing but denigrate women and perpetuate prejudices against certain members of society. In case you haven't noticed, I'm blonde".
"I'm sorry" he replies, "I'll tell the next one veeeeery sloooowly".
Recently read his autobiography, as well as the excellent "As long as you don't kiss me" book by a Nottinghamshire journalist whose name escapes me, and I'm too bl00dy lazy to walk upstairs and check.
I would still put up a good argumeent that he is the greaest manager ever.