On the other hand, when my uncle was a young man, just after WW1, working as a shop assistant, he met a guy in a pub and they started chatting and got on really well, especially as they both liked their booze and were very keen on horse racing and what they then called "the fairer sex". "I'm ex-King Manuel of Portugal, out for an incognito evening" said the stranger, "give me your address and I'll be in touch, I'm looking for a secretary and you'd be just the man". "That's a coincidence" said my uncle, "because I'm Kaiser Wilhelm in disguise, so I need new job right now" and gave the stranger his address, never expecting to hear from him again. Well, as you've probably guessed, the stranger was ex-King Manuel and my uncle became his secretary and drinking companion until 'Manny' died in 1932. And, yes, we do have the evidence!
So not all bullsh*t stories are actually bullsh*t. Although this story isn't completely true - my uncle wasn't Kaiser Wilhelm....
Alan
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