I was on a sales training course a million years ago and a bunch of us were mucking about in a hotel room one night when somebody whose name began with J (funnily enough it probably still does) said that he could hypnotise people and I agreed to be the subject.
I meant to take the mick and I was fully aware of everything that was happening when he implanted his instruction for post-hypnotic behaviour.There was a trigger word and when I heard it I supposed to feel very thirsty, fill up a glass of water and gulp it down.
When the moment came, it felt an utterly churlish thing to do, so I filled up the glass and gulped the water down.
Jude, for that was he, was insufferable in his pride, but until this moment, I have have never told a soul that I actually duped him..
Or did I?