An Irishman an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional. "But" said the Scotsman. "I still prefer the pubs back home. Why in Glasgow there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals: so much so that when you buy 4 drinks, he will buy the 5th drink for you."

"Well." said the Englishman "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."

"Ahhh that's nuthin'" said the Irishman "Back home in Dublin there's a pub called Ryan's Bar. The moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink, then another. all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough to drink, they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house."

The Englishman and Scotsman immediately poured scorn on the Irishman's claims, but he swears that every word is true.

"Well" said the Englishman "Did this actually happen to you?"

"Not myself personally no" said the Irishman. "But it did happen to my sister."