Baddiel and Skinner Unplanned.
My mate got us some tickets to go and see the aforementioned show as part of the audience when it was broadcast live on the telly. I agreed heartily, as I had never been to a TV studio before despite never having seen the first 'episode' that was broadcast the night before or having any idea what it was about.

We get to the studios, and we rapidly consumed our two-free-beers allowance that the studio judge as 'enough to make you giggle', 'not enough for you to have to leave a live show for a piss'. That's my theory anyway.

It is at this point that somebody outlines the premise of the show for me: it is unscripted audience participation. Baddeil and Skinner just pick you out of the audience and start talking to you on live telly - and you are supposed to come up with questions for them to answer.

Paranoia crept in. I sorely wanted to have an aisle seat. And at least ten people to the left and right of me. The front row was out of the question too. Panic. Panic. We were led to the seats. I started to relax when we were seated halfway up, and right in the middle.

Anyway the show kicked off, it was jolly good fun. You could see what was airing cos there was a fecking masssive screen above the stage show displaying what the camera-man was pointing at.

All of a sudden my face was plastered over that screen. I felt my face go red. My heart stopped. I could feel spasms in my arse.

But luckily the camera was pointing at some twat in front of me because he had a stupid mullet. Cunt.
(freshtonic, Thu 11 Nov 2004, 19:45, Reply)