A gentleman of the road enters a public house and approaches the landlord to ask "Please may I entertain your patrons for the price of my beer?" The landlord, on a whim, agrees.

The gotr produces first a biscuit tin then a duck from under his filthy coat, he sets the tin upon the bar, and the duck upon the tin.

Immediately the duck begins to tap dance, filling the pub with the sound of the rythmic slapping of its webbed feet.

The patrons are delighted and gather round to watch and laugh. Some call their friends, and before long the pub is heaving with customers.

The landlord is impressed, especially with his takings, so decides to buy the beast.

Surprisingly, Harry Ramp agrees readily, and sells the bird (and tin)

for 250 quid.

Later that night, the landlord is regretting his purchase, because the duck is still noisily dancing at 4am. Afraid he may never sleep again, the landlord sallys forth to find the parrafin.

Eventually they meet and the landlord begs "Please tell me how to stop the damned duck from dancing"

"Easy" says Danny Baker's mate, "Take the lid off the tin, and blow the candles out!"