'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'
My motto. Soon to be a tattoo. Why? I'll merely point at it in way of explanation. I'm so cool...

Anywho, here goes the incident in question. I am fairly well known for 1) not getting self-conscious, 2) being up for anything if I think it'll be funny and 3) still, after 23 years, not realising that acts do have consequences.

Picture this conversation.

I work for a magazine. In our offices is a rather classy lads' mag/modified car publication, named after the highest possible setting on a hair dryer. They were doing a feature on dogging-busting, featuring the staff chasing a dogger through a car park dressed in camo gear, setting off flares and smoke grenades.

Oddly, they had difficulty securing someone to play the part of the dogger. (Using a real gentleman of the car parks would cause all kinds of legal 'worries').

So they turned to me.

Busy tonight?
Nah.
Have you got time to... help us out in a photoshoot?
I was gonna head home and watch a movie.
We'll give you a crate of beer.
Deal. What's it about?
Oh, nothing big. Just, sort of, a feature on dogging.
Oh, ok...
Yeah. We need to, umm, chase you naked through a car park.
Right.
We'll be there, in army gear. There'll be a couple of girls modelling.
Ok.
So, er...still up for it?
Sure, why not.

Long story short, the whole building finds this hilarious. Every person I walk into asks if it's true. I mention it to a friend of mine, who laughs.

I forget, my friend knows my family and friends back home.

When I visit home next, when stopping by my parents to say hello, 'I hear you were photograped in a magazine going dogging?'

Ahh. Umm.

"They gave me a crate of beer...?"

*Cringe*
(Miraclefish How appropriate, you fight like a cow, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 19:10, Reply)