You what?!?!?

Working in Paul St today, I have a couple of meetings so have the number 1's on. Dark suit, double cuff pale blue shirt, diagonally striped (simple but sensational) tie on.

Around 1.00 K and I develop hunger so decide to go and get some lunch. She needs to buy some train tickets - so we go via Liverpool St station. K is in the queue and I am skulking around waiting and a chap comes up to me and says:

'Excuse me, do you work here?'

Do I work here!?!?!? 'Excuse you' is right; you misguided rogue.

Do I look like I work here pal? [Clearly you do - he asked after all - Ed] The f*&king cheek of it!

When you are going to pompous and incredulous you have to put some effort in.