Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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During my days as Theatre Security...
I was honoured to be present at the Oxford Gang Show. For those lucky few who have never been, it's an annual show put on by all the local Cubs and Brownies clubs. For one glorious week the Theatre is filled with adoring parents (prepared to pay a tenner to see their daaahling sprogs embarrass themselves on stage).
For fairly obvious reasons, almost every parent comes with a camera. And for just as obvious reasons, no photography is allowed (photos sold by the clubs y'see!). It's not all greed, I mean would YOU want absolute strangers taking photos of your kid...in a bathing suit, singing "Surfin' USA"?
Which is why, when we received a message from Backstage, telling us that that they had spotted a bloke in a trenchcoat taking photos from the front row, I was dispatched rather quickly. It was immensely satisfying not only to climb across the front row to the gentleman in question, but also to inform him that the entire Backstage crew where now watching him through one of the little cameras mounted above the stage...Which one sir? The one that's pointing at us, sir...
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 0:25, Reply)
I was honoured to be present at the Oxford Gang Show. For those lucky few who have never been, it's an annual show put on by all the local Cubs and Brownies clubs. For one glorious week the Theatre is filled with adoring parents (prepared to pay a tenner to see their daaahling sprogs embarrass themselves on stage).
For fairly obvious reasons, almost every parent comes with a camera. And for just as obvious reasons, no photography is allowed (photos sold by the clubs y'see!). It's not all greed, I mean would YOU want absolute strangers taking photos of your kid...in a bathing suit, singing "Surfin' USA"?
Which is why, when we received a message from Backstage, telling us that that they had spotted a bloke in a trenchcoat taking photos from the front row, I was dispatched rather quickly. It was immensely satisfying not only to climb across the front row to the gentleman in question, but also to inform him that the entire Backstage crew where now watching him through one of the little cameras mounted above the stage...Which one sir? The one that's pointing at us, sir...
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 0:25, Reply)
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