"Excuse me waiter... waiter ... would you mind going over the that table and ... do you see that man in the pink shirt ... would you mind slapping him across the face with this wet fish , please?"

"Not at all Madame. And whom shall I say is slapping?"

"Tell him ... it's with the deepest compliments from the old girl" with that the dignified woman sipped her champagne waiting to catch a priceless digital moment when the arrogant youth would come to his fishy demise. She pocketed the 20 pound note the waiter had refused promising herself to get herself a lovely birthday treat.

She switched her i-Pod to "the Sims Bowling" .. and waited