<Tongue in cheek>
Mate of mine, a builder in Wales was working on converting old barns over in Devon, which is only 50 miles as the seagull flies (across the Severn estuary), but about 150 by road.
One day he dug up an old brown bottle in the floor of a mediaeval barn he was restoring. He pulled the stopper out & shazzam!! up popped a genie.
"Ooo arrr ooo arrr ooo arr!" said the genie(they do that a lot down Devon way), this is your lucky day, 500 years I've been awaiting someone to let me out of that old bottle, now I'll grant ye any wish ye care to name"
"Great" said my mate " Every week I have to drive 300 miles to get to these barn jobs, what I really want is a bridge across the water - it'll save me a fortune in diesel"
"Oh my Gawd, now then, have a bit of sense" said the genie "50 miles across the second highest tides in the world, 52ft rise on a big spring, facing straight into the Atlantic, biggest winds in Britain,what a job! Be reasonable, man, go on have another try"
"Well" my mate thought "I've been married now for 28 years & I've got two daughters 19 & 25, & I still can't understand women. Do you think you could tell me the secret of knowing what they want?"
" Bloody ****!" said the genie " How much concrete do you think this bridge is going to take then?"
