Cherie Blair was being driven around the country side looking at several mansions with a view to purchase one, in her taxpayer funded chauffeur driven limousine.

As they went round a bend there was a cow in the road, and the car struck it head on. Cherie in her normal egalitarian manner said,

'YOU! You hit it, now get out and see what the damage is'

The chauffeur got out to check on the cow. Returning to the car he said, 'The cow is dead Madam'.

Cherie replied, 'You killed it. You go and tell the farmer'

Five hours later the chauffeur returned flushed and plastered. 'Why have you been so long asked?' asked Cherie.

'Well the farmer plied me with malt whiskey and fine cigars, his wife cooked me a wonderful dinner, and the farmer's daughter made passionate love to me.' replied the chauffeur.

'Good God' said Cherie, 'What did you tell the farmer?'

The chauffeur replied, ' I told them that I was Cherie Blair's chauffeur and I've killed the cow!'