...is what I am.

Yes, you were ALL right, I can't play the bagpipes. I blame the music I was listening to at the time for making me come up with such a pathetically unbelievable lie.

And I thought going through four countries in six hours was pretty unbelievable. If anyone is interested, it was Berlin to Dublin to Brussels to Lens in northern France. My team only needed a draw to advance to the next round but conceded two late goals to get knocked out, stranding me in one of the shittest towns in the world for the night, since no trains were in operation until 5a.m. Even though the local team had pulled out all the stops to go through, there was not a single pub open to celebrate their unlikely victory. Consigned to a night of shivering sobriety in France - my idea of a nightmare.

I had written a lot more about this story, as something quite odd happened that night. But then I realised that this oddity actually makes for a much better lie game.

So here goes, round two:

1). I am convinced that I have seen a banshee.
2). I am convinced that I have met a friendly ghost.
3). I am convinced that I have encountered a poltergeist.

And then I think it will be time for a good, old-fashioned exchange of ghost stories. Anyone have any to offer?