A friend of mine (woman, was at NI resources at the time) was being chatted up in a boozer or at a party can;t remember which.
I wasn't there but this is probably a good approximation of what transpired:
Him: Hi, my name's insert bloke's name
Her: Hi I'm insert girl's name
Him: What do you do?
Her: Oh I work for the Times and The Sun, in their library. You?
Him: Oh, I'm a Graphic Designer.
Her: No you;re not.
Him: Uh? Well, yes I am. Whay do you say I'm not?
Her: (going on weirdly correct gut instinct): Cos you're embarrassed to tell people you're actually in the Police force.
Him (gutted but amazed): oh erm well actually you're right, how the fuck did you guess? That's what I usually say, graphic designer, always works for some reason.
The moral? Never trust someone who says they're a graphic designer. They're lying to you.
A friend of mine (woman, was at NI resources at the time) was being chatted up in a boozer or at a party can;t remember which.
I wasn't there but this is probably a good approximation of what transpired:
Him: Hi, my name's insert bloke's name
Her: Hi I'm insert girl's name
Him: What do you do?
Her: Oh I work for the Times and The Sun, in their library. You?
Him: Oh, I'm a Graphic Designer.
Her: No you;re not.
Him: Uh? Well, yes I am. Whay do you say I'm not?
Her: (going on weirdly correct gut instinct): Cos you're embarrassed to tell people you're actually in the Police force.
Him (gutted but amazed): oh erm well actually you're right, how the fuck did you guess? That's what I usually say, graphic designer, always works for some reason.
The moral? Never trust someone who says they're a graphic designer. They're lying to you.