“You want me to switch from right-to-left and left-to-right and god-knows-what-else every two seconds!” said a frustrated bloke to Ms Hitler, his trainer. “Could’ve coped with two hands, but between my partner and me, we have four hands, do you realise?” 

“That’s correct,” said Ms Hitler. “Four hands and one brain – hers.”

The said bloke wasn’t me. Honest.