TV film crew nobody.
Once, whilst on holiday in the Dales several years ago, I went to Bolton castle. After having been bum raped in the wallet to get in, a small spotty youth with a clip board and a laminated badge of power approached and commanded us to stay where we were and to remain quiet whilst they were filming some scene for the truly awful drama series Heartbeat.

30 minutes later after getting bored of seeing Bill Maynard sat in a chair being fed his lines whilst the luvvies ran around tinkering with equipment I asked how long we were going to have to wait. The waves of contempt emanating from the youth as he put finger to his lips to shush me nearly earned him some corrective surgery in the nearest A+E. Finally we were allowed to shuffle further from the entrance only to find out we could not go anywhere normally accessable inside apart from the cafe and gift shop.

15 minutes later, the little prick showed his face again in order to keep us quiet and corralled. By this time I had had enough. I asked him if he had payed to get in (he hadn't), pointed out that the rest of us had and were here to look at the castle plus this was Yorkshire and most people around here arent star struck enough to tolerate being ordered around like the plebs he thought we were.
The supportive mutters from the other people got louder as I turned around and remonstrated with the admission fee drone and demanded my money back as loudly as possible.

Oddly enough, I lived in Honley at the time which is a couple of miles from Holmfirth and had become used to the regular filming of Last of the Summer Wine which trains a person to be adept at dealing with the hassle of trying to drive a car through the rivers of tourists and rubber neckers come to look at the TV people.
I was on holiday trying to avoid filming season back home which was probably why I imagined how I was going to torture this arsehole to death with his clipboard, pen, laminated badge and official film crew lanyard after chinning the little dick holster.
Fucking obnoxious little wank stain.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 25 Jan 2013, 17:25, 2 replies)

but did you get your money back?
(spinks its only kinky the first time, Fri 25 Jan 2013, 17:53, closed)

Fucking did I ever, and an apology to boot.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 25 Jan 2013, 18:14, closed)

But he was only doing his job

(wehttamman via B3ta for microwave, Fri 25 Jan 2013, 19:09, closed)

Whom? the entrance fee monkey or the silly twat assuming he was superior to everyone as he was a TV production assistant with his stupid badge and lanyard and had no time or patience for the people who may actually watch the visual excretion he helps to strain out.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 25 Jan 2013, 21:32, closed)