I love guessing games. I don’t think anyone else enjoys them as much as I do. Except maybe small children at Christmas time, and weak minded fools who don’t have the excuse of youthful exuberance. But I was quite shocked by the guessing thought processes of a friend last night on the phone:
“Hello, how are you?”, I said
“Oh hello. Good thanks. You?”, she replied.
“Fine, fine. You’ll never guess where I am…”
“Er. Work?”
“Nope.”
“A pub?”
“Nope.”
“Fighting?”
“Nope.”
“Errm….”
“Actually I’m in a police station.”
“Oh.”