Minimalist poet, minimalist lifestyle

A bank had introduced a charge to be levied when people paid in money to be credited to an account held by a different bank. The charge was 50p and had been in force for about 6 months or so. A well to do, upper-class lady enters the bank and presents the cashier a cheque (check) which she asks to be paid into an account held by a different bank. The cashier duly tells the lady that there will be a charge of 50p. Indignantly, she tells him, "I wasn't charged the last time."
To which the cashier immediately replies, "Well that will be a Pound then..."

I've just been looking through the material for the workshop exercises I'll be using in tomorrow's writers' group that I'll be leading. I don't know how many people will show up, or what their interests or talents are likely to be; so I need to be flexible. Starting up the group only a few weeks before Christmas isn't the best timing; but the room is available and the publicity has been done - if things are a bit quiet, we can always have a re-launch in the new year.

Three statisticians went hunting in the woods. Before long, one of them pointed to a plump pigeon in a tree, and the three of them stopped and took aim. The first fired, missing the bird by a couple of inches to the left. Immediately afterwards the second fired, but also missed, a couple of inches to the right. The third put down his gun exclaiming, "Great shooting lads, on average I reckon we got it..."