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He spilled (spilt?) a dish of tomato soup down him when my Dad was a waiter on a posh train that went from Sheffield to London called ‘The Master Cutler’.

I’ve spent too long trying to get that sentence grammatically correct,so we all understood that Jimmy Hill was the recipient of the soup and my Father was the clumsy bastard.
Turned out Jimmy Hill was a Guinness.
This happened in the 1960’s.
 
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