An extremely well-spoken, dapper elderly gentleman helped me out

[Sir C]

last week by mentioning to a chap in another car that he was blocking me from leaving my parking space. As this chap moved off the retired major-type leaned into my open window and bellowed into my face. "That!" he cried, "was a niggaaah with a telephone!" And with that, he stalked off, pleased with his morning's work.

Things are different up norf.

[Viva Prat Vegas]

"Morning Fawlty!"

[Sir C]

"Morning Fawlty!"

:nod: That was my initial reaction. He3 said it with such relish.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

last week by mentioning to a chap in another car that he was blocking me from leaving my parking space. As this chap moved off the retired major-type leaned into my open window and bellowed into my face. "That!" he cried, "was a niggaaah with a telephone!" And with that, he stalked off, pleased with his morning's work.

Things are different up norf.

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[Sir C]

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The odd thing was that the glw had caught a look at the fellow and swears he was a cracker :shrug:

[Viva Prat Vegas]

I imagine he drove a Mustang convertible with a honking horn affixed to the side and wore a Biggles scarf

Such appallingly outdated language too
"Telephone" indeed :rolleyes: