at the tender age of ten...
I was on the national lottery xmas show 1995, hosted by 'Dentist on the Job' star Bob Monkhouse (the old style one that didn't have games, just low standards of entertainment and real audiences). I could be seen at the end of the show when the brass band I was in (we were there because we had "just" been awarded a grant, ie. 9 months previously but no-one else would do it) played we wish you a merry christmas to close off the show.

Me and my fellow pre-pubescent band members proceeded to plunder the green room's food supplies and annoy the real guests, who that week were Frank Skinner and pseudo-latino guitar mimers No Mercy. In case you're having trouble remembering them, they had one top 10 single ("where did you go? my lovely, i wanna know"). Skinner seemed particularly narked, we later found out this was because he had been promised a sizeable fee for his 60 second chat with Bob and subsequent magic button pressing, but in the end was only being paid £75.

That day turned out to be particularly profitable for us young'uns, as I managed to get Monky's autograph and my mates took advantage of the fact that our dressing room had been used by the Spice Girls that morning for Live & Kicking, and so left with Spicy Girl deodorant, water bottles and notepad.

Ah the young are so easily pleased...
( The Running Man, Thu 11 Nov 2004, 16:13, Reply)