However when i was 25 i was introduced to my uncle’s millionaire fiends, in South spain, for the first time. Most shared the view that if they had struggled hard to make their money then why should they give a tip, they had to work long and hard hours so why didn’t the waiter/waitress.

So, after suffering the total embarassment of being literally forced to not leave a tip on several occasions and having on most occasions to wait until they had moved on to another place before running back and apologising whilst handing the poor guy/girl a tip, i became a little obsessed with the tipping thing.

I think my hatred for these sort of people now forces me to tip whetever happens, i even gave the waitress a tip in latinos in gibraltar when my lasagne came out cold in the middle and instead stuck my finger in the middle of the dish and flicked off the chef who was watching!

Being a waiter/waitress sucks and, even if the rest of the monkeys get some of the dosh, as I am certain they have to deal with wanker clients much more than we have ever had to suffer them on an off day.