A lorry driver used to prowl about a pub in which four gorgeous sisters came to have a pint of a night.  Many a time he tried to chat one or the other of them up, but whenever he came near they all turned their backs on him and giggled a lot.

     At last, however, they fell a-quarrelling among themselves, and each went off to sit at another table alone in a separate corner of the pub.  

     Then the driver approached them one by one and soon had dates four nights every week.

 United we stand, divided we fall.