I was chatting to my friend Maeve yesterday and was telling her about some of the zany pranks I have pulled on people over the years. She agreed with me that I should share some of them on here. So, without furher ado, let me allow you to enter my devious mind.
I hadn't spoke to Rossy in well over a year. The last time we contacted each other was in the latter part of 2005 but I finally managed to catch up with him last week. It brought back many memories of our time working together from 1998 to 2004. He was more than a colleague and a friend - he was my pranking tag team partner.
Nobody was safe from the pranks that we pulled at work. His sense of humour was even more disturbed, though. He would go too far at times. One example would be buying the costume from the movie Scream just so he could hide in the freezer with a kitchen knife waiting for someone to go in there. Obviously, it was me who would be the reeler. I had to make sure our victim went in there so I would ask another colleague to fetch something for me and then he would strike.
There are two moments that I look back and laugh and cringe at. Here is one of them.
In 2001, Rossy had to have an operation on his knee. In the weeks following suregery he spent his time in the Yahoo chat-rooms speaking to people from Cardiff.
One evening he dragged me into the room and we started chatting to a few users he had befriended in there. He was being flirty with two girls who lived outside of Cardiff. I just thought it was Rossy being Rossy and left him to carry on.
A few days later while I was at work he hobbled in on his crutches looking excited. I asked him what he was doing out of bed and he told me he had to get out because we were going on a date with the two girls he had been chatting to on Yahoo.
Yes, he arranged a blind date with the two girls and forgot to inform me until the last minute.
I told him I wasn't going. I had no time to get home after finishing work so wasn't up for it. He was persistant and then - like in a Beavis and Butthead cartoon - a lightbulb flickered in my mind.
I had a plan.
I told him I would go but not as myself but rather another person. The idea was just in case I got bored I could leave and not have the backlash when I saw them on Yahoo - if I were to ever see them again!
Rossy agreed and I tagged along as Regis Northcott. The name I used as an emailer to some Talk Sprt radio shows during that time.
Regis was meant to be a nerd but I couldn't feel the part so all I did was be myself but with a different name. The joke became ridiculius after a few minutes but we had to continue with it in order to not give our game away.
It was stupid.
We lasted most of the night until one of our managers walked into the pub and screamed 'Hello, Taylor!' and introduced herself to our dates.
Rossy and I were rumbled.
I think that was one of the only pranks that backfired. The problem is, there was nothing funny in it. All we did was pretend I was someone who didn't exist. I am sure if we had had enough time in plotting the situation we could have gone all out to resemble a nerd and at least had success in what we did.
In tomorrow's post I am going to share with you a prank I pulled on Rossy that stil brings tears to my eyes whenever I talk about it.
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