A man goes to an agency in London and asks if they have any jobs.
“Sure”, replies the interviewer, “I’ve got an ace job – working in a
strip club, what you would have to do is help the girls undress and
dress, oil them and all that sort of stuff.”

“sounds good” says the man.

“Great, can you get to Newcastle for 9.00 am tomorrow?”

“Why, is that where the job is?”

“No, that’s where the queue starts…”