My first proper job
Working for an aged Chartered Accountant who was approaching retirement. This guy was a pillar of his (local, small, rural) community, a church deacon, a local organiser of charitable events.. and completely lacking self-awareness that his 1930s Buckinghamshire ways of speech didn't really fit 1990s Hertfordshire.

He wasn't a racist: Let me make that very clear.
One of his first customers was a partnership that ran an Indian restaurant: Badrul and Nasrul were their names. My boss immediately decided that was too difficult and throughout their enduring business relationships called them Bovril and Nostril.

The crowning moment came at a company social event when as a new employee I was introduced to some of the oldest customers, including one of those two brave (and tolerant!) Indian chaps

"This is Nostril, runs the {name of restaurant}. Splendid chap,. works like a nigger.."

Slightly cut off as the other partner in the practice drops her mug of tea in horror. Nasrul - bless him - after years of dealing with my boss, didnt so much as twitch.
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Fri 22 Feb 2013, 0:07, 3 replies)

Bovril and Nostril, brilliant.
Gets an incredulous snort and a click from me.
( 4Q just lurking, Fri 22 Feb 2013, 0:30, closed)

Kerrist.

Click.
(anvil, Fri 22 Feb 2013, 11:20, closed)

bovril and nostril
will have me giggling for quite some time
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 22 Feb 2013, 16:16, closed)