I was at a wedding once – suffering, of course, and on my own – when a young lad of about twelve approached me. He said he’d asked somebody a question, and this somebody had told him to come and ask me.
‘When I get older,’ he said, ‘what’s the best way of getting on with women?’
‘Never lie to them and treat them with respect,’ I answered – without hesitation, as far as I recall.
What a very strange thing that was, and I’ve always wondered whether I ruined any prospect of the poor lad ever having a successful relationship.