Your most embarrassing moment??

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Were had one like that looked nice in their time
I work in Electronics (scope work all day). Nothing smells worse than a burnt cap! Ewww.

 

Mine was when I was in primary school... I was only about 9-10.. but this was still embarrassing.

We were getting changed for a PE lesson, and I was getting changed, reached for my sports kit and damn! it wasn't there, so I have to make the decision, do I run back, with only my underpants on, or do I put my school clothes back on and go get my kit from the other end of the school. You know where this is going.. logic says get your clothes back on and go get that kit! Unfortunately being a kid, and having logic, is in itself illogical.. you guessed it.. I took the decision to run back to the changing rooms, at the other end of the school! The one thing I hadn't really banked on was that the doors to the classrooms where there were lessons going on would be wide open. Needless to say everyone saw me, in all my glory wolf whistles and cheers erupted up and down the school.. and my god ive never been so embarrassed.!

 

All this talk of early telly repair stuff, takes me back to when I were a lad.

My first proper job, at 16, had me in the TV repair workshop. Not doing anything impressive, I was just the skivvy.

The engineers had a rite of initiation for youngsters like I was at the time. It was partly for a bit of fun on their part, but mostly to get across the seriousness of the situation in the most dramatic way possible. The ritual was to blow the end off the screwdriver, and this is what you had to do. You take a long, flat blade screwy, and a lead with crocodile clips. You fasten one end of the lead to the metal shaft of the screwy, just in front of the handle, and the other end to the earthed chassis of a Decca 80 or similar primitive colour TV. The TV is on the bench, switched off and unplugged, but had been plugged in and on until about an hour before this rite was performed. The initiate would then take this screwy, and poke it under the rubber cap that covered the end of the HT lead where it went into the tube.

An old CRT acts like a monumentally massive capacitor, storing a considerable charge, even after the power supply has been disconnected. And its high voltage too, at about 25,000 volts. There's enough charge in there to make a hell of a bang when you short it with a screwy that's been earthed to the chassis. The screwy almost always takes considerable damage from the brief but very noisy and violent arc, and the initiate learns in about 1/100th of a second that that's how long it takes for things to go from 'all is well' to 'you've just teleported 10 feet, burnt yourself, and quite possibly put your heart into VF'.

Despite having been through the Ritual of the Exploding Screwdriver, it didn't stop me from waking up in the back of an ambulance one time when I'd been trying to repair my own telly at home, and got a bit sloppy with the safety protocols.

 

I once wet myself in the infants, and was given a bag of spare pants and told to choose a pair and put them on. I went home in a pair of navy blue knickers

 

haha seriously?

 

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Absolutely

 

I once pooed my pants in infants, and then denied it despite the fact that everyone could smell it. I don't care though. I hated most of them. They deserved to smell my poo. One of them had nicked my toy octopus and all had denied it, so in my 4 year old mind, as in my nearly 40 year old mind, they were all guilty on account of one of them had done it, at least one other must have known who'd done it, yet all denied it and therefore they're all guilty.

 

I remember those days well. I am an ex transport manager!

 

Nowt worse than mating with a pneumocyclic box.