Eating pizza in a restaurant at lunchtime, I caught wind of two men on the table behind me discussing the perils of interior design.

Man 1 "She showed me all the paints and asked me which one I liked. I said I didn't mind - that we'd get whatever she wanted."

Man 2 "How did that go down?"

Man 1 "Well she lost it, there and then. Starts saying I don't care, I don't take enough of interest, all that number."

Man 2 "Yeah, they resent all that. You say 'you decide' and it's like a red rag."

Man 1 "So I've gone the other way - if you want my opinion you can have it, you know what I'm saying?"

Man 2 "I hear you."

Man 1 "So I've looked at 'em all, and said what I like and now, of course, we can't agree. She's chosen different ones from me so I really throw myself into it. There's 48 paints on the chart, right? And there's six that we like between us. So I said to her we'll have six points each to give to our favourite paints - distribute them any way we like - and then the one with the most points is the colour we use.

Man 2 "Brilliant!"

Man 1 "Innit? But then I've gone a step further. I give all six of my points to the one I like and she's split all hers up into one point fives like I knew she would. So I've won!"

Man 2 (Laughing) "You've gone too far there!"

Man 1 "I know, and I could see she was upset, so I just said, look, why don't you choose?"

Man 2 "That's fair. What colour did you end up with up?"

Man 1 (Proudly, through a mouthful of food) "Impala."