EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST AND TOLD HIM:
'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.'
'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the shrink.
'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.'
'How much do you charge?'
'Eighty pounds per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it,' I said.
Six months later the doctor met me on the street. 'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty pounds a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money!
A barman cured me for £10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new car!'
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a barman cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! There's nobody under there now!'
FORGET THE SHRINKS. HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARMAN!