This afternoon as I was walking to the gym after work, a middle-aged, tracksuit-clad man approached me in the street, with protesting child in tow. And here’s what he said to me:-
“‘Ey mate, how big’s a centimetre?” (he held his thumb and forefinger approximately 1cm apart) “Is it about that big?”
I was slightly taken aback, but replied: “Er, yeah.”
“See,” he said smugly to the child, “I told you.”
And off they went.
Things like this don’t seem to happen to other people.