My wife's away, and so friends are taking pity on me. On Sunday night I went to see some comedy with two friends (it was brilliant, thanks G&S).
These friends had also invited two other friends. When I arrived I was told that these other friends hadn't been told what I do for a living. They never asked.
At the end I went to answer the call of nature (or the call of two pints), and was then taken home. In the car, my friends told me that they'd asked their other friends to guess what I did for a living.
Their guess? A drag queen!
I guess I'll need something to fall back on when the Church of England disappears up its own entrails.