I won a prize for doing it once. No, really. There was a BBC Radio Roadshow at the school my daughter went to (many moons ago) and she more or less forced me up on the stage to take part. If you knew me in real life you'd appreciate how unlikely an event this was. The DJ judged the contestants by the time honoured principle of whoever gets the loudest cheer wins. As the girl and all her mates were at the front screaming their socks off, I quite deservedly won. I'd never done it before. I won a Fosters T-shirt. I've never done it since.
It might be hard to believe, but in real life I'm not the cheerful, exuberant, happy soul I seem on here.
Strangely enough, I was thinking the other day that I couldn't remember you ever mentioning that you had kids.
I've mentioned it before, but only when relevant. It's fatal talking about grown-up daughters with some of the pervs on here.