Big Brother
When I was a boy, not yet a man. 17 or so, there was an advertisment on the computerised bulletinboard system (oh, how many wasted hours I spent lurking on First Class) to go to the live Celebrity Big Brother final - it was the year Jack Dee was in it, for those who care.
Being a young punk, I spiked my mohican up, with a bar of soap.
We managed to get right close to the stage, and were able to lean on the railings, towards the beginning of the night, my hair was at the bottom corner of the screen during certain angles, by the end of the night - hardcore rain turned all the soap into frothy, soapy water - which was running down my face and into my eyes. It stung like hell - and my hair disappeared out of the shot.
That is all.
(Davethefan began lurking again on or around, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 2:48, 1 reply)

You get a click
for that impressive mohican
(Helixdaunting, Sat 13 Jun 2009, 3:27, closed)