What to say you're thinking when your partner asks 'What are you thinking?'

BEEN asked the most loaded question of any relationship? These responses will stop your significant other ever inquiring about your feelings again: 

‘Sicut et ego non sum cornu magnum mendacium’

This Latin translation of ‘I like big butts and I cannot lie’ is highly effective. Recite the words while gazing up at the sky and unless your partner is from classical Rome or reads words on the sides of museums and that, they’ll back all the way off.

‘This whole thing in the news with the government’

Nobody wants to talk about what’s going on politically right now, because it means staring into an endless abyss of depair. Pulling this card means an immediate subject change to silence, then refocusing on whatever’s on the telly.

‘If Notts County are the oldest football league club in the world, who did they play against?’

You’re going to need a lawn. Lay down with your cheek against the ground. Stroking the grass with one hand, whisper the above question directly into the earth. Watch all hope fade from your lover’s face.

‘γ = (1 − v2/c2)−1/2’

Go to the kitchen sink. Swirl water and soap into a circle, then whisper the algebraic expression of the Lorentz factor. No normal human mind understands that shit. You won’t be bothered again.

‘We should get a joint account across all our online activity’

The nuclear option. Enthusiastically speak to the benefits of combining login details for everything from email to Facebook to Instagram to Twitter to Netflix, PornHub and Amazon Prime.

‘Piers Morgan’

Go to a mirror. Stare into the mirror. Place one finger onto your reflected face and speak his name three times.

Five things the middle-classes are terrified they'll be arrested for

AS A proud enjoyer of hummus you expect police to be deferential, but one moment of madness and you’re behind bars. These are your nightmare scenarios: 

Banged up for protesting

You’re organising a hyperlocal rally for greener streets when Extinction Rebellion invades and superglues you to the window of River Island. Rounded up by police, your insistence that you only wanted a monthly farmer’s market are ignored and you’re jailed for life.

In the slammer for fraud

After friends all admire the antique Basque chiminea you picked up last year, you start importing them. But when trying to reduce your tax bill you mix avoidance up with evasion and are handed a six-month stay in an open prison with a bunch of dodgy ex-MPs.

Locked up for smoking weed

After a dinner party spent discussing the future of the Labour party and how amazing I May Destroy You was, you step outside for a puff and a chat about Twitter activism when a police car suddenly pulls to a halt and takes you all in. Not only are you charged, but you’ve defaulted on the terms of your buy-to-let mortgage.

Sent down for shoplifting

You’re in Waitrose buying serrano ham and cava when your Test and Trace app pings, triggering an anxiety attack that causes you to rush out to the Kia Sportage without paying. A security guard escorts you back inside, in full view of several mums from your kids’ school, and you lose not only your loyalty card but your freedom.

Sentenced for drug smuggling

A fellow traveller in Thailand asks you to take some carvings back to the UK, and because he went to Harrow you’re unable to say no without being rude. Unfortunately customs spot the Grand Canyon-sized holes in his story and you’re serving sixteen years at Her Majesty’s pleasure. And you’re not even a Royalist.