When I was 16 I used to be a radio presenter on a rather large radio station.
One afternoon I was getting ready to go out (I was meeting a friend when he finished work and then going out clubbing). I realised that we'd run out of milk so I finished getting dressed and went to the shop, purchased said milk and returned to realise that I didn't have my keys. Knowing that the rest of my family were going to be out til pretty late and that my friend wasn't finishing work for a couple of hours I needed something to do so I decided to pop into the radio station and say hi to the presenter.

I got there to find a crowd of teenage girls outside the station and a security guard standing outside who let me in once I showed him my swipe card. Once I got into the studio I figured out what the commotion outside was - Westlife were on air. They were all quite nice but didn't seem all that interested in me except for Brian who asked me if I was a news reader so I told him I was a presenter at the weekend. I was about to make myself a cup of tea so offered everyone else one and the presenter said he wanted one so I wander off for 5 minutes and come back with the cup of tea at which point Brian asked me if I was a news reader again - not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but nice none the less.
(mmm....beer, Sun 11 Oct 2009, 23:05, Reply)