Frank.

Chinese Whispers. A wonderful game.

Even more fun when utilised in real-life. This morning I was waiting for one of my colleagues in Paris when I bumped into a driver from another company that I hadn't seen for a couple of months.

"Hi mate" I called, as befitting a 2-month absence. I was thoroughly unprepared for the torrent of words that greeted me "Oh wow, you're OK!", "We were really worried", "You're looking really well" and the like. Not any particular reason for this outburst to be honest.

After delving a little bit, it turns out that news of Operation Ribby has emerged and gravitated to other companies. And in the process, surprisingly, the words "hip operation" have been magically transformed into "brain tumour".

He thought I was wearing a hat to cover up lobotomy scars. So just to be clear, as said so immortaly by the Governator: ""It's not a tumour!"