....or lets bash the boche......

currently at the wrong end of a gentlemans lunch.....in the finest traditions of ...errrr gentlemens lunches..snigger. Over port, this little tale was recounted;

I was staying in a hotel in Germany in 1952 with my father. We went down for dinner, father was wearing shirt, tie, a tweed jacket & cavalry twill trousers. As we went into the dining room the waiter commented that "zee sporting drezz iz verboten". Father replied,
" I haven't come to Germany to be advised by a waiter what I can or cannot wear - now show me to my table"