Diary // From Paris - 27-03-13
Fair Art Fine?
I have discovered that when I lie I produce a fake yawn swiftly after, to affect a look of innocent boredom I presume. My children always say they know when I am hiding something from them because I surreptitiously lick my lips. I am not sure I would make a great spy, you can forgo the lie detectors and waterboarding during interrogation. Just watch me yawn or moisten the old chops and you can be damn sure I am disguising an absolute whopper. I have had much practice at this over the past few years, my life has been a Trans Siberian rail journey of betrayal, deceit and denial. I am probably quite good at it by now, I should be, I have never practiced anything more rigorously.