My old boss
At an ad agency in the West End. He was stupid in the way only the truly posh can be.

Highlights included August 2005 (note date) when he left his shotgun on the train during morning rush hour. Listening to his PA attempting to track it down via a series of increasingly desperate phone calls was one of the most entertaining mornings I've ever had. He got a visit from Her Majesty's Finest and a very hefty slap on the wrists for that.

Following a boozy client Christmas lunch, which he insisted on our agency paying for, he was barred from travelling on the Tube for being too pissed and then attempted to lecture one of the staff in Latin about the rights of man. After moaning all the way back to the office in a taxi we then discovered he'd left the company credit card behind and we'd just walked out on a four figure tab.

The time he told me with pride about his 15 year old daughter's 34EEs 5 minutes before we went into a client meeting.

He put his pen in his mouth during meetings when not talking and without fail would remove it, sniff it, and then make his point.

He once used the word 'routinise' - as in to make something a regular occurrence.

I'm sure I'll think of more. There are a lot of dickheads in advertising!
(Milo Minderbinder, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 17:59, 3 replies)

So...
His daughter would be of age now right?
(Turtlenuts, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 18:55, closed)

( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 3 Mar 2011, 19:17, closed)

Hmm
Does his name rhyme with Glory Motherland?
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Wed 9 Mar 2011, 15:04, closed)