Is it just me, or do some people have no sense of humour? Myself and the good Mrs T49 were invited to a fancy dress party, said party was being held at the local village hall, which is an old pre WW2 building (think Dads Army drill hall), and the host (heâs called Kev, but in order to spare his blushes, Iâll call him, er, Nev) had opted for a WW2 theme. So, at no little cost in time and funds, I gathered together a set of black covies, an Iron Cross with suitable medal (the IC actually dated from WW1), a home-made swastika arm band, a replica Schmeiser P38, a pair of black Doc Martins, and a rummage thru the loft produced a black beret and a 17/21 Lancers cap badge (sorry motto!). Ta-da, instant storm-trooper. While I accept I wasnât historically accurate, I felt that it was good enough for a mateâs 50th birthday party. Arrived at the party to be greeted by Kev, (sorry, Nev) who smiled, grinned, and showed us to the bar. This was followed by much quaffing, and me shouting âfor you Tommy, the war is over!â loudly everytime someone new approached me. After a few hours, it was brought to my attention that I had caused a female member of the party cry. T49 : âbut I havenât even spoke to herâ Nev : Sheâs upset mate, have a quick word with her, will you?â So, off I went to sort out the situation. The lady in question is outside being consoled by now (great, smoke break!) so I find the gaggle and ask what the problem is. Crying femme : my grand parents both died at Auschwitz T49 : Iâm sorry to hear that CF : and your outfit reminded me of them Now, Iâm not quite sure why I said what I said next, but it seemed like it might raise a laff so in I dived T49 : Iâm wearing it because me granddad died at Dachau CF : really? T49 : yes, he fell out of a guard tower while drunk, and broke his neck Cue no laughter whatsoever, and Mrs T49 tugging on my arm to get me to leave before I was lynched. Now, whilst I donât condone the Holocaust in any way, shape or form, it wasnât my fault, I wasnât even there, and Iâm not even remotely German-looking. Plus, I thought it was a pretty funny gag that at least merited a belly chuckle or two.