‘I always tell the truth at that time of night.’
Actually, I generally tell the truth at all times, but I’m a little less strict than I used to be. It seems a little paradoxical that I’ve always been a very good liar, but also a very reluctant one in the vast majority of circumstances. I even went through a phase in my life when I was a paid up member of the George Washington I-cannot-tell-a-lie brigade, but let’s put it this way:
Suppose you’re Robin Hood’s best friend, and the only person to witness him robbing Sir Filbert of Fotheringhay and giving the money to some near-starving folks scraping a paltry existence in a hovel. You get brought up before the Sherriff, who asks ‘Did you see Mr Hood robbing Sir Filbert?’ You’d have to be a bit of a turd to say ‘yes,’ wouldn’t you?
So when I hear people declaring ‘I never lie,’ I don’t believe them. Not even when it’s me declaring it. Which is why I never do...