The Strangest Day of My Life
Or - The Time I was on the Vanessa Show.

The college that I went to had a lot of links with Anglia Television. So, we'd occasionally get filler tickets to go and see shows being recorded.

One day, we got a job lot of tickets to go and see the Vanessa show being recorded, followed by a tour of the studios and a chance to play with cameras and mixing equipment.

So, off we toddled to Norwich, and as we were sat in the waiting area, a harrassed looking researcher came up to us.

"Hey," she said "you guys are from a performing arts course, right?"

"Right!" said we, revelling in the fact that she clearly recognised talent when she saw it.

"Great. The thing is, some of our guests haven't turned up, and we need some other people to fill in..."

The story was "You have to stop your womanising!"

My friend was the Womaniser (and was clearly not that kind of person), another was his girlfriend and another couple of girls (in the audience) were his conquests. I played the part of 'concerned friend', who dealt the revelation that he had an itchy willy.

It was well over an hour of desperate improvisation, each of us coming up with bigger and bigger revelations and dramas to talk about. At the end, Vanessa gave us all a hug and said thank you. She smelled a little like talcum powder and chips.

Trisha took over the next year.

So there we have it, folks. I was on Vanessa. And I faked it.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 5 Aug 2008, 11:18, Reply)