Hello, I'm from the BBC..
Back when I was in sixth form, my friend and I decided to play a prank on the guy who lived just down the road from her.

The house he owned wasn't so much of a house, but an old cotton mill and from what I can recall he was generally a bit of a pompous ass.

Fresh from my work experience at a local BBC radio station, we devised an ingenious prank whereby I would ring up pretending to be a researcher from the BBC. My cover story was that the BBC were doing a show about the industrial revolution and old factories in the county, and would he be interested in taking part.

To be honest it was so long ago I can't remember whether we took his details and promised to call back, or left some fake details for him to call back - I'm pretty sure it was the former, but some weeks later we heard (via the friend's parents) that he'd been going round boasting to all his chums that he was going to be featured on the BBC.

Which of course he wasn't.

And whilst I'm confessing, I always used to put damp flannels on my brother's forehead when he was asleep to try to make him piss himself. Don't think it ever worked though..
(TornadoDivine, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 18:39, Reply)