So last week I was sent, express-post, to another capital city in Australia for the purposes of delivering a one-hour talk to a whole bunch of embittered mental health workers.

Despite having spent longer on the journey down than I did actually talking to people, everything seemed to go well. I elaborated on bland PowerPoint slides with pithy, relevant-to-life examples, I waxed lyrical on how completely awesome psychologists were, and I even made a few lame-o jokes that they were kind enough to laugh at. They asked questions, which I answered with style and aplomb, and piled around me like desperate bridesmaids during the bouquet toss as I handed out my business cards.

With a debonair flick of my wrist, I announced that there was probably for one more question. Upon this announcement, the girl sitting up the back, who was dressed in fuzzy pink material from base to apex and had been pissing everyone off by whispering throughout the entire presentation, stuck her begloved hand in the air and said loudly "this isn't a question, but I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH YOU."

And my god, she was right.

Credibility = shattered.