The retired colonel is striding out through the village when
he is accosted by one of his manservants who’s a little the
worse for wear.
“Hello, your colonel sir,” grins the man. “How the devil are
we?” he mimics.
Not only drunk but insulting, the colonel is outraged and
remarks forcefully, “Drunk as a skunk!”
The man whispers conspirationally, “Don’t worry, Sir, your
secret’s safe with me, I’ve had a bit to drink myself.”