Liars' League: Listening to reason by James Smyth
The thing about having an imaginary friend when you’re twenty-five, is that people often don’t take you seriously. That’s why I don’t mention him that often. It’s embarrassing, of course, but it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. I mean, he turned up when I was ten, and has shown no signs of leaving me alone any time soon, so what am I supposed to do? Ignore him? That’s easier said than done.
By James Smyth
