Oh come on, get off your high horse.
Who hasn't told a few tall tales to impress a potential conquest on that all-important third date?
That time you climbed Mount Kilimanjaro to raise money for scurvy-afflicted goats? Never happened, did it?
Your Masters in chemical engineering? Neglected to mention you dropped out after four weeks, didn't you?
And what about the claim that you once fronted 'the best new band in Britain'? The half a dozen blokes you played to in the student bar that one time might beg to differ.
But embellishment, exaggeration and outright lies are standard fare in the gameRead More »from Romeo Triesman comes unstuck