At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.

A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position.

The director of the winery wondered how to send him away.

He gave him a glass to drink.

The drunk tried it and said: "It's a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade, but acceptable.

"That's correct", said the boss.

Another glass... "It's a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results."

"Correct."

A third glass... ''It's a Pinot Blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' calmly said the drunk.

The director was astonished.

He winked at his blonde secretary

She left the room and came back in with a glass of ur++e.

The alcoholic tried it.

"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant - and if I don't get the job, I'll name the father."