I can’t verify if this is the favorite political joke of the Rolling Stones’ drummer, but read it anyway.

Tony Blair, when he was the UK’s Prime Minister, went jogging whenever he had the chance.

Every time he did he would jog past a prostitute standing on the same corner near his office at 10 Downing Street.

He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was certain to follow.

“Fifty pounds!” she would always shout from the kerb.

“No! Five pounds!” Tony would fire back.

This ritual became a regular occurrence between them when he was in London.

He would jog by and she would yell, “Fifty pounds!”

He would yell back, “Fiver!”

One day, Tony’s wife Cherie decided that she would accompany her husband on his jog.

As the jogging couple neared the hooker’s corner, Tony realized that she would bark her 50 offer and Cherie would wonder what he had really been doing on all his past outings.

He knew he’d best be ready with a bloody good explanation for the ‘missus.’

As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Tony was more apprehensive than usual, still trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for what was certain to come.

Sure enough, as they came to the corner, there was the tart, but she said nothing.

Tony tried to avoid the prostitute’s eyes as she watched the pair jog past. Then from the pavement the tart yelled after them:

There you go, Tony. See what you get for a fiver!”