Sorry guys, I've been busy. Didn't get out of there until nearly 10pm. Mum & Dad were furious when I didnt get home until after 11.
We fluked VIP tickets which just means slightly earlier entry & a decent seat. If there were lines to snort, we missed them. but just before that I saw Kerry o'Brien get into the elevator at about 7.25pm, wearing a shirt, tie, jacket, jeans & carrying a bong. I don't know who he interviewed that night but I suspect he might have wore jeans under the desk. Probably on air! Maybe he lives on the edge but Tuesdays aren't mufti, you fucking leftie!
Anyway, first up they made us do audience shots for something maybe next week?
We had to chant a name & woop it up like a feral American studio audience.
And you probably already know abou the ensuing hilarity. I just watched it online to check how awesome I was as an audience member. Suspicions confirmed there, but there was a dud live skit about turbo cookers & blenders that got culled. Along with the live gang rape of the 8 year old cancer victim.
But at least the bloke dressed up as a Roman Soldier got to sit on the couch in one of the many director's cut endings. It always makes me feel happy when retards get sympathy.
In summary, I got on TV a couple of times, threw away a souvenir flu mask, and even though I had sore hands from clapping every time they had to do a re-take, it was my 243rd best night ever!
NB