Quite right Joerg (George). His name wasn't William. It wasn't Tell either. He didn't shoot an apple off the top of his son's head. He didn't fight the Austrians. He didn't live in Switzerland in the middle ages. He didn't shoot with a crossbow. It's all a mistake.

His name was Albert Swales, he lived in Rawtenstall in 1968. When a new public toilet was installed there by the tyrant Bury Council, he refused to pee in it, preferring the wall behind the chip shop like his father before him. Jim Hitler, the new local copper, arrested him, but said he would let him go if he could pee over his son's head without wetting him. He succeeded, but told Hitler he would have peed on his foot if he'd failed. Arrested again, he was taken to the cells at Bacup Road police station, but escaped because Hitler forgot to lock the door when he nipped out to put 5 bob each way on You're Kidding in the 3.30 at Uttoxeter. This sparked a rebellion which led to Rawtenstall breaking away from Bury, and that sturdy mountain municipality survives proudly to this day. If you don't believe me, you can see it on the map, remember to hold it the right way up, or you might think it's the Welsh town of Llatsnetwar.