I don't like liars. Actually, I may like some liars, but that's because they lie convincingly enough that I haven't detected they're 90 percent bum water. So let me start again -- I don't like bad liars. They want you to think so much of them, yet use so much creative energy formulating utter tosh that I wonder whether or not they'd be far better off putting it in to something more productive. Like basket weaving. Or crochet.
Either way, a bad fib is poor form in the same way that "forgetting" … Read more