Dear DJ,
A long time ago,I had a building gang,my sub contract Painter was a truly charming old fellow
German to his boot straps,the old Bvgger was a long time Nazi,in the thirties he was with the Luftwaffe,he had fought in Spain with the Condor Brigade.Then with distinction in the Battles of France and England,he ended up on the Russian front where he was shot down and seriously wounded,his reward it was to be a Gauleiter in Poland.there he had the power of life or Death over hundreds of thousands of unfortunate Poles.
Sentenced to Death three times,he maintained it was his influence in the Masonic Lodge that saved him (Seems hard to believe,but that's what he said)eventually he was condemned to a life sentence in Siberia,where along with thousands of others and the remnants of a Russian regiment that had behaved badly in the War,he walked about 6000 miles to spend 11 years in Kamchatka,
So eventually he was released to spend his days wielding the hairy stick,along the way he married a large blonde German Woman,resembling in many ways Wagners Brunhilde.
Every so often this poor old Warrior would come to work in a very sorry state,I wandered about this,until one of the Boys let me in on his little secret,his wife used to knock the Bejassus out of him whenever he came home pvissed,her weapon of choice,a cast Iron frying pan....Oh how the mighty can fall.