A Scotsman walks into the Bank of England in Threadneedle Street, Central London and asks for the manager. He tells the manager that he is going to Australia on business for two weeks and needs to borrow £5,000.
The manager tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so Hamish hands over the keys and documents of new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the Log Book and everything checks out. The manager agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.
The bank's General Manager and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the rough looking Scotsman for using a £120,000 Ferrari as collateral against a £5000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's
underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Scotsman returns, repays the £5,000 and the interest, which comes to £15.41.
The manager says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow £5,000?”
The Scotsman replies: "Where else in London can I park my car for two weeks for only £15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"
Scotsman driving home from England, and an Englishman driving home from Scotland crash head on at the border, both stagger shaken but unhurt from the wreckage. The Scotsman gets a bottle of whisky from the boot of his car, and says "You know we are both lucky to be alive after that, I think its a sign from god that we should put our stupid rivalries behind us, will you have a wee drink with me?" The Englishman smiles and takes the bottle and knocks back half of it in one go then hands it to the Scotsman who shakes his head and says "Nah, think I'll just wait for the police to arrive."
A Glasgow woman goes to the social to register for child benefit.
"How many children?" asks the civil servant?
"10" replies the girl.
"10???" says the civil servant.. "What are their names?"
"Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec and.....eh...Alec
"Doesn't that get confusing?" "
"No..." says the girl "it's great because if they're out playing in the street, I just have to shout ALEC, YER DINNER'S READY or ALEC, GO TO BED NOW 'n' they all do it..."
"What if you want to speak to one individually?" says the perturbed civil servant.
"That's easy," says the girl... "I just use their surnames"