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Lying to MORI

"You're my last hope," he said as I answered the door. "I'm looking for a male, 25-35 who works less than 30 hours a week." Technically I work 42 hours a week... "Will two out of three do?" (It's sad to admit I had no better offers on a Saturday night).

Forty minutes later this stranger knows I'm a keen walker, that the War on Iraq gets my back up, that I think healthcare needs urgent attention in the UK, that I believe I'm influenced by advertisements and that I think it's OK to advertise soap powder any time of the day or night.

What he doesn't know is that I don't have a TV.