Purposefully ignoring identity is better...
I was enjoying a quiet pint a couple of years ago with an old associate. Come 5pm, the bar fills up with ex-Big Brother people on some sort of reunion bender (I watched the first series, thought they were all wankers and have succesfully ignored it since). My friend and I were more than slightly miffed by their loud squawking and general "look at me, I made a twat out myself on telly for 2 weeks about 3 years ago" antics.

Anyway, I was fairly bladdered and in need of a slash, so headed down to the gents. Stood at the next pissoir was, I am reliably informed, Jon Tickle, looking more than a bit pleased with himself.

Me - "Haven't you been on TV?"
Tickle - "Yes, do you recognise me?"
Me - "Ummm, not really, was it one of them reality things?"
Tickle - "That's right, Big Brother!"
Me - "I was on one of them reality shows too!"
Tickle - "Really? Which one?"
Me - "Fucking Crimewatch, you cunt"

They left the pub very soon afterwards, allowing my friend and I to get mortal in peace.
( wotofco pissing in your swimming pool, Thu 31 May 2007, 23:06, Reply)