*sighs*
I vaguely (yes vaguely) recall an incident when I was 18 going to a club with a group of friends. Suffice to say we had a rocking time, drank loads and were on the dance floor making shapes. Suddenly the music stopped the MC blasted out some incoherent nonsense and then the club exploded into a mass chorus of laughter.
What’s the coo my mind stumbled and my mates pointing and laughing brought my attention to a massive projection of a static image of some idiot, ho ho ho …. Hang on that’s me?!
Mates had pickpocketed my passport, handed it to the DJ suggesting they had found it. These jokers had rigged up a camcorder or some such, generally to catch all the gurners, and pointed it at my passport photo.
The night proper elevated into wonderment when I went up to collect it.
*sighs*