I was Monty's (son's) double
Backpacking around Russia with a friend back in the day I was on an overnight train to Moscow. The carriage attendant was a friendly old chap and liked talking to travellers. Our only problem was we spoke English and French and he spoke mostly Russian and German with only the odd phrase here and there in other languages between us.

Nevertheless, with the aid of mime, a phrasebook and our smattering of words we could all understand we established the friendly old codger's name was Binyamin and he was a Jew who had fought in WWII against the Soviets for the Germans (the world is indeed weird). Since he brought up WWII, I informed him that my father had fought in that war also, with Montgomery, in the 8th Army.

At this revelation Binyamin pumped my hand, slapped me hard on the shoulder and led us off to his small compartment where he plied us with vodka.

"He's got really friendly," said my friend.
"I think he's got the wrong end of the stick and now believes that my father WAS Field Marshal Montgomery in WWII," I said, trying not to splutter on the practically pure ethanol he was serving us in the guise of vodka.

This was confirmed when other staff members passed and an excited Binyamin would drag them in and inform them that I was, in fact, Monty's son; whereupon it would be handshakes and backslaps and more vodka. I never disabused the good chap of the notion and I imagine he still tells people to this day that he once drank with Monty's son.

More of a misunderstanding than a lie but I still feel guilty about not setting him straight.
(Dildo Bugger destroyed a ring on, Sat 10 Mar 2012, 19:52, 1 reply)

haha this is great
I love that the lie will exponentially grow over time as he tells more and more people

you big bastard, click!
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 10:31, closed)