Sausage thief
My great grandad was an engineer who worked in Vienna back in the 1920s. Money was tight and he had to take a flatmate to meet the rent. Turned out to be a funny little guy who shouted a lot about history and politics. He was a part-time decorator who fancied himself as a painter. I think you see where this is going...

The first clue was when grandad was looking in the fridge for a sausage he'd bought earlier that morning.

Granddad: Have you seen that sausage I bought?
Lodger: Nein. The Jews must have taken it.
Granddad: It was a pork sausage. Have you eaten it?
Lodger: Nein. This country has suffered too long under the yoke of the pacifists and aristocracy!
Granddad: What about my sausage?
Lodger: It was the communists.
Granddad: And where's the ketchup? You're going to have to start pulling your weight.
Lodger: Ja, pull this, you British dog [raises finger] etc.

A few years later, granddad saw the same decorator in a cine film of the Nuremburg rallies, ranting and screaming and gesticulating like a madman. And he thought again about that sausage. Food for thought.
(frankspencer, Sun 8 Apr 2007, 16:54, Reply)