Bob, a 70-year-old, fabulously wealthy widower, turns up at the country club with a stunningly beautiful and very attractive 25-year-old blonde.

She clings to Bob’s arm, hanging on his every word. His mates at the club are completely taken aback.

At the first opportunity, they pull him aside and ask, “Bob, how did you land the trophy wife?”

Bob replies, “Wife? She’s my wife!”

They’re astonished but press on, “How on earth did you convince her to marry you?”

“I lied about my age,” Bob confesses.

“What, did you tell her you were 50?”

Bob grins and says, “No, I told her I was 90.”