I once dressed up as Mr Wimpy when I had a short lived job at Wimpy in Gibraltar.
I was with a work mate and when, to make my mate laugh at Mr Wimpy being pervy, I made a rude movement towards some yound devotchkas (Hey, I was only 17) , when some proud Latin type on a scooter failed to recognise my performance art and shouted, "Hey, mr Weeempy - you wanna f*** my girlfriend huh? I gonna f*** you." I pegged it inside, ran upstairs and gave the costume to a Morocan kid (Tariq) who was getting ready for work. Then I gave a great display of innocence and sauntered past the angry Gibraltarian. And then I had a big pile of mashed potato, with sausages sticking out of it and an egg on top. Or was that Dennis the Menace?

