Sort of...
Quite a few years ago I was in Sarajavo, Bosnia when the current PM, John 'interesting' Major, flew in and was going to grace our dull lives and rally the troops. Lovely....
A couple of us chaps were volunteered to help out with the proceedings. We were told that the Press (bless 'em with sticks) would be in the bar and that that we would play a natural game of pool as if everything is all fluffly, whilst the PM spoke to some General Melchett. The Press would lap this up and film away, showing that everyone was enjoying the situation.
So there we were. A big long line of the worlds Press, a couple of squaddies play pool and the PM nattering on with the Stephen Fry type person (I think I did hear a 'Meerrrrhhh!' But no reference to Captain Blackadder).
So we got into the game a bit and started to ignore the rather surreal setting, then my oppo does a classic shot and puts the cue ball in a real awkward spot. I looked at where it was and realised that I was going to have a bit of a job of getting to it. I now had the choice of shifting the PM and MelchiePoos out of the way with a swipe of my cue (which WAS tempting, but the military take a dim view of this sort of thing for some reason) or... I could walk along the front of the line of the worlds Press and totally bugger up their job.

They know some really naughty words and they were all aimed at me :)
(SpangoTheWonderBadger is brewing beer, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 12:45, Reply)