September 24, 2020
A Russian agent arrives at a small Welsh station and asks for Mr Jones.
“Well,” says the stationmaster, “there’s Jones the Milk, Jones the Meat, Jones the Flowers, Jones the Undertaker. In fact, my name’s Jones.”
The agent whispers to him, “The eagle doesn’t walk over the mountain.”
“Ah,” says the stationmaster, “you want Jones the Spy."