Impromptu gay snogging on live TV
Many suns and moons ago, in my final year at Uni in Norwich, we got some invites to appear on Anglia Live, which was basically a local version of Kilroy or whateer. The week we went they were talking about the royal family, and the special guests were people like Andrew Morton and that paedo photographer guy from the Sun, Arthur something. There was free drink to get us feeling all jolly and talkative, but when the programme started it was kinda difficult to say anything interesting/funny 'cos as soon as you started to get some steam up they took away the overhead boomy microphone thing. However, at the end of the programme Jane Irving was standing right in front of us talking about what was gonna be on the following programme. Realising that they couldn't really move the camera and start filming this week's audience while talking about next week's show, I leant across my friend Esther to reach Ben, now a leading civil servant, and plunged my tongue down his throat. Hence postpub tv viewers from Cambridge to Gt Yarmouth were treated to the sight of about 45 seconds of two grown men snogging like crazy, while the presenter whittled on unwittingly right in front of them.

When we were leaving one of the production crew said it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen, while another one, obviously not so impressed, tried to kick me up the arse. And for a few weeks we became Norfolk's most famous homosexuals, behind Steven Fry obviously (though not literally).

Neither of us are gay, by the way.
(rwillmsen, Wed 17 Nov 2004, 4:07, Reply)