Lift loonery
A few years back I took a job on the floor above the Oldie magazine in London. On the first day, I arrived by motorbike and got in the lift - still with my helmet on - to see Richard Ingrams, Editor and erstwhile top mate of Peter Cook. Having always been a massive fan of Cookie, I decided to use the 30 seconds we'd have together to ask him a truly sensational question about my hero. While I was thinking what to say, my helmet ever so slighlty banged against the lift door and I said - and it's painfil to write this even now - "dangerous things, motorbikes". Ingrams looked at me like the dangerous fruitloop I so clearly was. The next day a couple of the editorial staff caught me in the lift and I'm sure it was all one could do not to piss her knickers there and then. I was there for six cocking months and every single day in one way or another I was reminded of my slack-jawed twattery.
(TrickyWoo, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 10:25, 1 reply)

Ha!
Classic!
( SpankyHanky, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 10:53, closed)