I want to be head chef

Murphy applied for the job as head chef at a very swish restaurant.

'Come to the kitchen and show us what you can do,' said the manager.

'Give me an egg,' said Murphy, 'any size, any colour' - and this was done.

In a trice, our hero grabbed the egg and threw it five feet in the air, caught it on the instep of his right foot, flicked it to his left foot, flicked it onto his left shoulder, shrugged it over to his right shoulder, shrugged it up to his forehead and gently nodded it towards a frying pan on a nearby cooker.

The egg hit the rim of the pan and broke, the contents oozing gently into the fat and the shell dropping into a waste bin.

That's brilliant,' said the manager. 'Can you do it again?'

'Certainly, sir,' said Murphy, and duly obliged.

Staring at the two sizzling eggs and the shell neatly stowed in the bin, the manager remarked, That's the most amazing display I've ever seen.'

'Do I get the job then?' inquired Murphy.

'No,' said the manager, 'you mess about too much.'