Got a friend, whom I have never met, from West Sussex. We interacted a huge amount on a weight lifting forum for years. He is a Desert Storm veteran, Coldstream Guard, just got his PhD, all round stand up guy.
For some reason he gets it in his head that he wants some BDU's. Camo, desert pattern, the entire works. Only, for whatever reason, he can't get them in the UK. So, he decides to call me, at work, no less. Figures I could get them here in the States, which is pretty obviously easy to do. How he gets my phone number, I do not know.
Anyhow, I answer the phone and I am literally like in a TV show, holding the phone away from my ear and looking at it, listening to this unintelligible stream of babble coming through the line. I have no idea who, or what, it is or what is being said. There is plenty of "F**K" coming through the the language barrier, so I assume that this person knows a bit of English, and eventually I hear my last name being said, albeit terribly insulting in its lack of correct enunciation. After several exchanges of profanity, I finally establish who it is, and after getting it sort of calmed down he has the nerve to say "I cannot understand just what the F**K you are saying, mate".
