Supping milky tea and eating biscuits around a typical town hall table, slowly coming to terms with having left a very important pint of my blood in a small plastic bag just minutes beforehand, the woman opposite me performed a perfect demonstration of a classic, cliched faint:
- Look pale
- Place hand on chest just below neck
- Roll eyes to ceiling
- Fall off chair
The only areas she disappointed were
- She didn't place her hand on her brow at any point
- She didn't close her eyes
- She scored low in the dignity stakes by fitting and starting very briefly
She seemed untroubled by her unconsciousness and recovered composure very well. I thanked her for her effortless confirmation that things only become cliches when they're rooted in fact.
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