A city gent was driving up to Blackpool from London to attend the conservative party confrance for the following day. His intention was to book into a hotel and arrive for the confrance fresh the following afternoon but unfortunately he was held up in really heavy trafic on the drive up. By the time he got to Blackpool it was well dark and getting late so he decided he would check in to the first B&B with a vacancy. Suddenly he saw a flickering neon light so he grabbed his suitcase and rang the door bell. A lady answered the door and said "come in love, you look exhausted, I'm afraid it's a bit late for an evening meal but I can russle you up some beans on toast if you like ?" To this the gent says "A'hh your an angel, I'm so tired and hungry, that will be great" He wolfs it down fast and the lady says "boy you soon polished that off would you like some more ?" Fantastic ! yes please he says "and then I must hit the sack" The following morning he comes down to breakfast and is served another hearty meal of beans on toast and then decides to do a little site-seeing before going to the confrance. 1/2 an hour later he was found in a crumpled heap on the pavement beneith the famous tower. He was certifide dead at the scene and police searched his pockets for his ID, amoungst it was a card from the guest house, as a rutine inquiry, the police called at the B&B and asked the lady- "Did the gentleman seem suicidal when you last saw him ?" No she said " was full of beans when he left here.