An Australian walks into a bar in London. The barmaid takes his order and notices his Australian accent.

They get chatting and at the end of her shift he asks her if she fancies a quick shag.

Although she is really attracted to him she sensibly declines. He then offers to pay her ￡200 for sex.

As the barmaid is on a gap year and travelling the world and because she is short of funds she agrees.

The next night the Aussie guy turns up at the bar again and after showing her plenty of attention throughout the evening he asks if she fancies a shag again for ￡200.

She thinks to herself, “What the hell – I had a great night last night and I could do with the money” – so she agrees.

This goes on for five nights.

On the sixth night the Aussie walks into the bar again and orders a beer, but this time he takes his drink and just sits in the corner.

The barmaid is disappointed and goes over and sits next to him. She asks him where he is from.

“Near Melbourne.”

“Really? So am I,” she says. “Whereabouts near Melbourne?”

“Box Hill,” he says.

“That’s amazing,” she says, “so am I – what street?”

“North Albert Road,” he says.

“This is unbelievable,” she says, “what number?”

He says “Number 20.”

She is astonished: “You are not going to believe this,” she says, “I’m from number 22 – my parents still live there!”

“I know,” he says, “your dad gave me ￡1,000 to give you.”