Off Topic Lying

rooch 3 said:
I try my hardest never to lie it came from my mam she just beat the **** out of me if I did, funny how that makes you think twice when its explained like that.
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That's why I lied
Or I would of been beaten
 
marcusblackcat said:
Snap =- I taught maths until I started working for the NHS (although it was to adult learners) - I do regularly use the calculative side of it but who needs Sine Cosine and Tangent ? Never used that since leaving school - but have taught it to hundreds of people!
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That take's me back to those dam log table books. Do they still teach logs in schools in the age of calculators?

As for the topic, like others Ma was a bit strict on that score and it stuck.
I have been known to exaggerate a story, for effect and I long ago developed a knack of answering a different question to the one asked rather than lie.

Then there are the Grandchildren where I suppose you could say that 'little white lies are commonplace', -'the bogeyman will get you, sort of thing.

However by and large I don't lie.
Nowadays I think that it's simply because I find it's easier to tell the truth.
One you start lying it must get hard to keep track and when you get caught out I presume that you must feel an idiot.
I would, so I don't do it.

I confess to the times when I break the rule.
It's usually when one of the Ladies asks something like, do I look nice in this?
Even then in days gone by when asked if a particular dress made her backside look big and I'd be honest and explain that it wasn't the dress it was that she had a big arse.
Then I discovered that I was rather short of female company so learned to be gallant.
 
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polyphemus said:


That take's me back to those dam log table books. Do they still teach logs in schools in the age of calculators?

As for the topic, like others Ma was a bit strict on that score and it stuck.
I have been known to exaggerate a story, for effect and I long ago developed a knack of answering a different question to the one asked rather than lie.

Then there are the Grandchildren where I suppose you could say that 'little white lies are commonplace', -'the bogeyman will get you, sort of thing.

However by and large I don't lie.
Nowadays I think that it's simply because I find it's easier to tell the truth.
One you start lying it must get hard to keep track and when you get caught out I presume that you must feel an idiot.
I would, so I don't do it.

I confess to the times when I break the rule.
It's usually when one of the Ladies asks something like, do I look nice in this?
Even then in days gone by when asked if a particular dress made her backside look big and I'd be honest and explain that it wasn't the dress it was that she had a big arse.
Then I discovered that I was rather short of female company so learned to be gallant.
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If I'm going out with my wife I'll always tell her she looks good even if I think her hair is a bit weird or her clothes don't suit her because if she's happy I'm happy. Similarly when my little girl does a drawing I'll always say "wow that's great" despite thinking wtf is that supposed to be. They're the sort of white lies that make everyone's life a bit nicer at no moral cost.
 
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Nacho said:
If I'm going out with my wife I'll always tell her she looks good even if I think her hair is a bit weird or her clothes don't suit her because if she's happy I'm happy. Similarly when my little girl does a drawing I'll always say "wow that's great" despite thinking wtf is that supposed to be. They're the sort of white lies that make everyone's life a bit nicer at no moral cost.
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{post forwarded to wife and daughter... No moral cost my arse}
 
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Lied compulsively as a kid. They put it down to an over active imagination at the time.

A bit better now but I'm definitely not cleaner than clean. I think I lie most when I find the truth to be boring.
 
My dad never failed to dish out discipline.
His best mate Tommy had a son called Mark.
Mark was a **** & had a love of throwing stones.
The twat hit me right in the brow with one one time.
I gets myself up & smacked the **** right in the middle of the face with a left hander.
I broke his nose. He went off running to his dad to tell him.
My dad smacked me arl ower before I could tell my side.
He's been dead 13 years & I'm still waiting for the ****ing apology.
 
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