Engelse humor

Thank you, Liz!

So there's these chess grand masters chatting away in the lobby of a hotel.
The manager comes up to them and asks them to leave.
~ But why, we've done nothing wrong, kind sir.
~ It's not that - I just can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer ...

Man goes to the doctors.
~ Doctor, I keep breaking out in song - Delilah, The Green Green Grass of Home ...
~ Ah, sir, you have Tom Jones Syndrome.
~ Oh my goodness, is that bad?
~ No sir, it's not unusual ...