Are you one of those, like my deceased but loved friend Peter Cairns, who always seemed to think of the perfect rejoinder, right then, in real time, perfect and unanswerable? Well, I am not and I fear, never will be. So typically, I did not think of this one until after the event and by then it would have been impolite to bring it up and I would have revealed my self as a smart arse, a fact known to some but I try to limit its spread.
We were sitting having a drink with our friend Ethel on Boxing Day who had just been telling us the gruesome details of her husband's brachytherapy treatment for prostate cancer.
Following that, the next subject raised was climate change, not by me, you will be surprised to know, but by another, less knowing of the host's attitudes to such 'Green conspiracies'.
All chance of an exchange of ideas was dashed when the hostess declared; "I don't believe in climate change and neither does Bert!"
I looked out the window at the yachts and took another sip of white wine, a cowardly intellectual retreat, when I should have said: "What a quaint thing to say! Saying you don’t believe in climate change is equivalent to saying you don't believe in prostate cancer, a well proven reality. However, you do have a choice to believe or not believe in its treatment, as you do with climate change.”