Once spent a summer working as a park keeper. There was an old timer there called George. I don't think Georges exist any more....flat cap, beaky nose, unlit rollie hanging out the corner. Used to mumble away thru' tea breaks telling interminable rambling stories of the indignities inflicted by members of the public, all of which ended up the same way: "so I said, I said fook 'em." Always gave us a good laugh at the time. But I've never forgotten George, and those seven words have stood me in good stead over the years.