British Prime Minister Tony Blair was sunning himself on a Caribbean beach when a courier service person on a sandswept bicycle pulled up.
"Package for Mr. Blair," said the courier.
"That would be me," said Tony.
Tony signed on the dotted line.
"Who's the package from?" Cherie asked.
"Fidel Castro," Blair looked at the sender's name.
"I thought he was in hospital," Cherie said.
"Well, I guess he's out of hospital now," Tony replied.
"What is it?" Cherie asked.
"It's a cigar," Tony replied, "A Cuban cigar."
"Are you going to smoke it?" Cherie asked.
"I'm going for a dip first," Tony ran off into the water.
"I always wanted to try one of these things," Cherie lit the cigar.
The cigar exploded and Cherie's face looked like charcoal and her hair stood on end.
"Dear," Tony said when he returned, "I really think you should switch hairdressers. And it's not very politically correct these days to put on a minstrel show."
