My best was with a huge red haired man from Callywallydonia who liked to be tickled in his nether region with a dried thistle as he would quote the 'freedom' speech from Braveheart. He liked to climax as he reached the 'take our freedom' line. Superb timing. My worst was with a gallingly Gaulish gentleman who refused to take his beret off, even in the shower and wanted to stop half way through to have a three hour 'lunch' break.