Committee capers
As part of my job as a financial(ish) reporter, I get to go to fun things like the recent Treasury Select Committee meetings. I was there to watch McFall and his chums takes huge bites out of various bank bigwigs for letting the UK banking system tear itself apart. It was going to be fun.

The Committee meeting room is kitted out with television and stills cameras so that the proceedings can be transmitted without having to squeeze cameramen into what is really quite a small room. An excellent chance to get on TV you would have thought – but the fact that the place is normally packed to the rafters with journalists and I am not the tallest person in the world combined to rob me of any possible telly fame.

That was, until the end of the session with UKFI, when loads of the journos buggered off to cover some other story. Result!, thinks me, I'll shuffle along until I'm directly behind the interviewees and get my mug on the box.

And lo!, upon returning to the office, I discovered that the cameras had kind of caught me, and the arm of my shirt was in a video on the BBC website! (Second video on this page, top right corner, 1:26-1:29, white/blue shirt rolled up to the elbow, if you're some kind of freaky stalker.)

Flushed with fame, I immediately emailed everyone I knew and reveled in my newfound glory.

But of course, this QOTW is about TV, not Teh IntaRwebs.

Got home – still feeling like I've scored the winning goal in the World Cup – and dance around the kitchen making dinner for myself and my special ladyfriend while she watches the news.

'Quick!', she cried, 'they're showing the footage from the meeting on the news, perhaps you'll be on TV!'

I rushed in from the kitchen and held my breath as for five minutes the footage dodged around me, showing everyone else in the audience. I knew I was going to be on - I had to be. Then, just as the interviewee was finishing his sentence, the camera panned up slightly... Yes, this was it...come on....and revealed my shiny, shiny bald spot, glinting like a freshly minted meatcoin.

Yup, the moment the cameras were on me, I'd bent down to get something out of my bag.

Fucking genius.

/sobs

Apologies for length, it's no bigger than my disappointment.
(SimianKid internet faffer, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 12:56, 1 reply)

freshly minted meatcoin
had me laughing like a spacker
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 0:44, closed)