When you are on to a good thing, stick to it.
As a kid I had a neighbour "C" who lived a few doors away but never spoke to us. I found out why, one day when I was about 14. He once had squired my mother's sister about for a few months and things had got pretty serious, an engagement was being considered. That was in 1946 - 47. He claimed to have been a genuine Tobruk Rat but when it emerged that he had never even been in the army my aunt told him to clear off.

In 1979 I was working back not too far from the old home town and one of the new hires was telling us about the guy at his last work boring the pants off the staff with his reminiscences of Tobruk. Yes, it was "C".

Length - At least 33 years telling the same old lie.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Sat 1 Dec 2007, 8:27, Reply)