I’d never realised just how daft people are when you point a video camera at them until last night. Obviously there’s the hilarious calamity of you’ve been framed clips of you’re nearest and dearest or beloved pets going arse over tit in one way or another but grab a camera and go out clubbing and let the games begin. I originally advertised for help in getting some content up onto my POPCOX TV section of this site and before I know it I’m holding a worrying phallic microphone and staring into a very pro looking TV camera, believe it or not feeling rather shy and wondering what on earth to say.

Standing like a rather flamboyant and glittery rabbit in the headlights, no sooner had I opened my cake-hole but the great pissed British public came to the rescue with a diverse cabaret of ‘hello mum, ooh look I’m on the telly’ tom foolery, slapstick comedy, bad (I mean really, really bad) singing, Jerry Springer arguments, and messages of peace and goodwill to the world. OK, I’ll admit I really got into it and with the aid of my keen sense of mischief, started having a ball.

Particular highlights were when two gay boys gave us a whole Jerry Springer series worth of material, a particularly short but wonderfully sweet Spanish girl who I had somehow convinced was being broadcast live to 15 million people across the globe as part of the Olympics coverage. Quite why a drunken drag queen with blue hair should be doing coverage of the Olympics in the early hours of the morning outside a gay club in the middle of an ally way wasn’t even questioned such was the eagerness to get her incomprehensible but very enthusiastic message to her captive audience of millions.

The wino who gave us a rendition of his favourite song impressively multi-tasking with unenviable job of keeping upright (only just) when his legs were very obviously conspiring against him. I can talk, I can’t remember his name or the song he was mercilessly murdering and judging by my headache I wasn’t far of his state. Perhaps my favourite part was when my friend Todd found a poor unsuspecting straight lad and asked him which of his gay friends (the Jerry Springer couple who, incidentally were still carrying on their debate regardless of whether we were filming or not) he would shag if his life depended on it. The poor boy didn’t know what to say and when pressed chose ‘the short one’, the rest was hilarious.

Thanks to everyone who took part (invited or not), this blog is a tribute to you as I’ve no doubt the vast majority will end up on the cutting room floor.

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