At school, I once rubbed stinging
nettles all over my face and told my teacher I was ill so I could go meet
a boy in a graveyard. LAUGHTER David’s team. I mean… True. Um… So, this was a date
in the graveyard? Was the boy living? He was just before we met, yeah. Jo, you say these are
your school days, so we’re talking about the 1990s.
Now, what was the… LAUGHTER It’s my way of being flattering and
chivalrous. Chivalrous. When was this, Jo? The 1890s. LAUGHTER That would have been the late ’60s,
actually, early ’70s. Late ’60s? Yeah.
Gosh, OK. So when you walked
into the graveyard like this, he must have been
shocked to see you. Rob, he was pleased to see me. He knew what he was going to get. LEE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What was he going to get? I bought him a cake. So, freshly nettled, you go off,
you go and find your teacher, what happens then? Well, I say to the teacher
I’m really not feeling well, I don’t know whether I ate something
for lunch that’s given me some sort of allergic reaction, can I go home? I mean, I don’t know,
I’ve never run a school… ..but are you allowed, if a child
says they’re ill, you’re allowed to just say, “Yeah, off you go”? Well, I said to her that my mum
was at home and I lived within walking distance
of the school. It was the late ’60s, early ’70s.
Very different time. Children hadn’t long stopped
going up chimneys. What do you think? It’s so unfeasible,
it’s probably true, isn’t it? Well, that’s the wrong way to
reason, it should be that unfeasible things
are less likely to be true. Although the true things are
deliberately picked to be unlikely. Exactly. I travelled here by
car, for example. Never come up. That would be easy! Sorry, can I just check something
here? Why do you get a car? It’s a class thing, you know? They still shouldn’t
make me drive your car. Right, Jo, in the graveyard
with the young man. What do you think? True.
Because it sounds so unlikely. Yes. I still think it’s flawed reasoning,
but we’ll go true. You’re saying that
it’s true. Right, Jo. Truth or lie? It is… ..a lie. Yes, it’s a lie. Jo didn’t rub
stinging nettles over her face to get out of school.