[Brinty]

I went into a pub in a dry, dusty outback Australian town. There were the usual patrons scattered around playing two-up and watching the races on TV.

A woman in working clothes and covered with dust and flies walked up to the bar and looking around at everyone, raised her right arm in the air showing a great thatch of under-arm hair, and yelled, "who'll buy a lady a beer?"

A drunk, leaning on the bar at the far end, screwed his eyes up, gulped, shook his head and said to the barman, "give the ballet dancer a beer and I'll pay for it.

Five minutes later, the woman raised her arm again and yelled, "who'll buy a lady a beer?"

Once again the drunk rolled his eyes and pursed his lips and said to the barman, "give the ballet dancer a beer and I'll pay for it.

This happened a further four times. In the end, the barman asked the drunk, "why do you call her a ballet dancer?"

The drunk replied, "only a ballet dancer could lift her leg that high."