Secrets and Lies

Wednesday afternoon games are now a regular fixture at work. After the excitement of assassins last week, we went for a calmer option on Wednesday. We played a game called Secrets and Lies. Everyone had to give 3 statements about themselves, one of which had to be a lie. We emailed them around, with voting buttons for people to guess which one was invented. My three were:

1. I have a diplomatic passport
2. My mum was in the Shake and Vac Advert in the 1980s
3. I am terrified of rhubarb

Everyone - absolutely everyone - guessed that number three was the lie. They obviously haven't been reading the blog! Other truths that came out were that one colleague had lap-danced in Rio, and that our courier was a monk for 6 years and married an ex-Nun. The lap-dancing colleage (who is shortly due to reach retirement age) was rather shocked that no-one guessed the lap-dancing as a lie, but instead everyone identified the real lie - that she was good at knitting. It's a funny old world, isn't it?