Friday afternoon job on Vauxhall Bridge Road.
“I’m the hardest!”, says the tarmac, “All the roads in the country are made from me.”
“I’m the hardest”, says the stone, “Every mountain in the world is made from me!”
2 minutes later, a piece of a bicycle lane strolls in, orders a whiskey and silently sits down in the corner. A hush falls over the bar.
The barman pipes up, “Hey guys, whose the hardest?”
“We’re hard, but that guy’s a cycle path”, say the tarmac and the stone.