He got up to leave, thanking me for seeing him and brushing off my apologies about the wait.
He said: “And before I go, Doctor, whereabouts in Northern Ireland is that lovely accent of yours from?”
“Newcastle upon Tyne,” said I, with a straight face.
He frowned. “I don’t think I’ve heard of it,” he admitted. “Where is that in relation to Belfast?”
“Far side of the Irish Sea,” I said. “The one next to Hadrian’s Wall.”