Last night’s murder mystery party was a lot of fun.
The party was set in the year 1900, and my character was a controversial Austrian psychologist. Not really knowing of any other Austrians (apart from Hitler), I modelled my accent on that of Arnold Schwarzenegger, although I think I strayed into Indian on a couple of occasions.
I even managed to slip in a couple of Arnie’s film lines, which I was quite proud of (for example – “I didn’t need his [the murder victim’s] money. Or his clothes, or his motorcycle“).
And even better, I correctly guessed the killer.
I’m clearly in the wrong job.