Sir Basil Hamilton-Smythe was on holiday with his wife Betty doing a tour of the highlands in his new Bently, when they pulled into a remote garage requiring some petrol.
The elderly proprietor came out of his little shack and started filling them up.
'You have a really nice Motor car'. said the garage owner,'you must have a pretty good job to have one of these.'
Not wishing to boast that he was the chairman of a large company.Sir Basil merely said that he worked for Cunard.
' I work fer'kin 'ard as well, but I dont get one of these.'replied the garage owner.
The elderly proprietor came out of his little shack and started filling them up.
'You have a really nice Motor car'. said the garage owner,'you must have a pretty good job to have one of these.'
Not wishing to boast that he was the chairman of a large company.Sir Basil merely said that he worked for Cunard.
' I work fer'kin 'ard as well, but I dont get one of these.'replied the garage owner.
