Are you sure we can’t be overheard?
I shouldn’t really be telling you this: don’t breathe a word – not even if Tom Hiddleston tempts you to swap confidences with promises of a ride on his motorbike. I will deny all knowledge, if challenged. I’m taking lessons from Boris on denial and will do so at bumbling length and in Latin.
This afternoon, ActorLaddie and I are on the secretest of secret missions.
In order to underline its secretosity, I had a secret email this very morning telling me to hand over my secret piece of paper secretly, so … “ the [secret word here] logo CANNOT BE SEEN by anyone in the queue. Please be extremely discrete… not mentioning [secret word here], the survey, or [secret word here] whilst at the theatre.”
OK, the word ‘theatre’ is a bit of a give-away. Truth is, we were initiated a while back into a clandestine organisation which enables you to get cheap seats for theatrical events which are not fully booked. I could tell you the name of the organisation but then I would need to kill you.
For this afternoon’s event, we are not only going to watch a play secretly but have agreed to complete a secret survey later. I imagine this is par for the course for secret agents: Jason Bourne, I believe, has a particular preference for multiple choice: helps with his memory issues. I’m keenly looking forward to questions of such secret incisiveness that Governments will quaver at the answers.
Dashing now for my secret train. I do hope I don’t look overdressed in this rain-mac.