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Me? There was once a dire incident involving The Big Breakfast when a group of Druids, having stayed up all night drinking (we'd had to be at the studios at 4.00am) and sooo not in a good state, were required to behave so idiotically that several of us just did a runner. Some were coerced back by ghastly coked-up meeja people, including me, but I think I managed to hide my face pretty well and even if I didn't, who cares? No one whose opinion I care about is up for a 6.00am breakfast show.
Stretching the topic title somewhat, there was another, even more embarrassing incident involving me working for a well-known UK telephone info line and receiving what turned out to be a prank call going out on live radio. "What have you got to say to six million listeners?", the sadistic bastard DJ asked when he had eventually revealed his true nature. Well I dunno about you lot but I couldn't think of a damn thing to say to six million people I'd just made a complete and utter tit of myself in front of, other than to lie about my real name so no one could take the piss.
And to think, between them, those two incidents comprised my fifteen minutes of fame. |
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