The late, great Arthur Lowe
barged to the front of a newsagent shop queue somewhere Brighton way, some years ago, outraging a colleague of mine, who told us with indignation how Lowe'd shoved past everyone to slam his Kitkat or whatever on the counter and demanded to be served first. After he paid he stalked out, slamming the door.

Yes, the words 'Do you know who I AM?' were used. Colleague and queue were left shaking with very English rage and resentment.
We all agreed that Lowe was truly a presumptuous prat.

However, after his death I read that he used to enjoy sending up his own rather pompous image by winding up people who recognised him, feeling that the public need baddies as well as heroes.

He lived in the area where my colleague saw him and so it's possible that everyone in the shop was in on the joke except that one stranger!

What a sport Lowe was.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 13 Oct 2009, 12:38, 2 replies)

Or perhaps
It was just a cunning scheme to not have to queue for kit kats.
(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Tue 13 Oct 2009, 16:43, closed)

I'd let Captain Mainwaring
in front of me any day of the week
(Dr Zoidberg is going for a scuttle, Tue 13 Oct 2009, 19:43, closed)