Baaaasil
I stayed in a hotel in Norfolk on a business trip. The hotel was lovely and the guy running it was Basil Fawlty to a tee. The best Fawlty moment was over breakfast. I had the full english, when he brought it out I asked for ketchup our conversation went something like this (he shouted like Basil too in that unhinged, loosing it kind of way)

"Thank you can I have some ketchup please"

"those are proper sausages you know none of your crappy walls stuff"

"They look lovely but I like a bit of ketchup with my sausages"

"you've got a bloody tomato have that"

"It's a nice tomato but I really want some ketchup"

"oh for FUCK SAKE!!"

He stomps off. Everyone is looking at me like the ketchup loving pikey I am.

He stomps back in with a tiny bottle of unopened ketchup (I feel I may have been the first not to back down or perhaps he throws out the offending bottle once it's opened) and slammed it down on the table in front of me with such ferocity I thought it might shatter.

"your fucking ketchup sir"

stomp stomp stomp

I ate the delicious sausages with ketchup with tears of mirth streaming down my face

Length short, Girth fat ....nicely grilled
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 13:07, 2 replies)

stand your ground
well done sir for standing your ground, i wonder what his reaction to a request for hp fruity sauce woul dhave been?
(pogo_it, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 15:32, closed)

I like
The fact that he called you "sir" after cursing at you.
*click*
( my_cat_has_no_shoes meh meh meh MEH MEH, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 19:53, closed)