Or he may be so embarrassed by the whole thing that nothing you ever own will ever fail its worthless useless expensive and largely unnecessary M(inistry)O(f)T(omfoolery). Could be you have the upper hand. In any case he owes you for the tank badges, probably is liable in damages for lasting nervous shock, possibly for your now-deep-rooted phobia of petty bureaucrats. An' he should pay for your counselling too, I reckon, in whichever pub you choose. Several sessions minimum.
