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Barry Cryer joke.

Keith had looked after himself all his life, was proud of it and liked to show it.

One day, he goes into the butcher's, drops to the floor and starts doing press ups.

Fifty press ups later, he jumps up and says to the butcher, "How old do you think I am?"

The butcher says, "Well, I don't know. Early sixties?"

"I'm eighty-two!" says Keith and he runs out of the butcher's and into the grocer's.

Same thing: drops to the ground and does 50 press ups. Jumps up and says to the grocer, "How old do you think I am?"

"About 70," says the grocer.

"I'm eighty-two! " says Keith and runs out. This time into the baker's. 50 more press ups and jumps up. "How old do you think I am?"

"75," says the baker.

"I'm eighty-two!" says Keith and runs over to the bus stop. Drops down and does another 50 press-ups in front of an elderly lady there.

He jumps up and asks her, "How old do you think I am?"

She puts her hand down his trousers, cups his balls and says, "You're 82."

"How did you know that?" says Keith.

"I was in the butcher's."