What are your names?

Three Cork men squared up to each other in a Liverpool street.

There they stood in a triangular bust-up. Names were called, aspersions were cast and blows seemed inevitable. Suddenly, like the US cavalry, there appeared a van load of policemen called by a worried passer-by.

'Right boys,' shouted the sergeant, 'let's all calm down and get our heads together. For a start we'll have your names!'

Not wishing to disclose his identity, drunk number one looked around and saw a shop name.

'FW Woolworth, sir,' he said with a smile.

'Well done,' said number two glancing at another sign. 'Mark Spencer,' he cried.

Number three, the worst of all for drink, looked round and then kept up the theme with the totally unforgettable:

'Halifax Building Society!'