Laughter is the best remedy

I WAS a tad under the weather on Saturday. It was ALL my own fault having over-indulged on a night out in Chester with some friends so I'm not expecting any sympathy.

However, the black cloud that followed me around the house for most of the day was temporarily lifted when I took a phone call.

I don't really do all that survey stuff from companies wanting to know intricate details like your head circumference or how many times you put your washing machine on a week. I really couldn't be bothered with answering a whole load of questions about my day-to-day life, but these people have a job to do so I accepted "spending just five minutes of my time" to help them out.

The woman on the other end of the line started by asking me my age. I'm often told not to answer a question with a question but I asked if she had an age range in which I could slot myself into. She didn't so I shaved a decade off my years and she continued....

Off now to questions about what television channels I watch, which domestic appliances I use, and even if I had ever .... booked a holiday! The questions became more and more bizarre as the grilling continued but it was the next batch that sent me into guffaw-like laughter.

"Do you....." she asked "....think that businesses taking their customers on corporate hospitality trips to lapdancing bars is A:Acceptable. B: Fairly Acceptable or C: Not Acceptable?"

I was in disbelief at such an odd question and in response, the more I laughed, the more she laughed ..... the more she laughed, the more I did. The children thought I had gone stark raving mad and took a screen break from their favourite TV show to glance over at me suffering from a fit of the giggles.

I hope the answers I provided will help someone somewhere in their research towards God-knows-what. Even if they don't, at least the kooky call took my mind off my hangover for 10 minutes!