Wasn't really showing devotion, but...
One of the kids brought in Paul Daniel's home phone number and address which he'd somehow acquired. I remember us all stood round the payphone giggling like idiots while one of the lads put 10p in. This was 1998, way before the Credit Crunch.

He calls. Debbie McGee (I assume. It was definitely a female) answers. "Is Paul there?" he asks. She says yes, he's in the garden and waddles off to get him. Mr Daniels himself comes on the line.

The conversation goes a bit like this:

PD: Yes?
? : Paul?
PD: Yes?
? : Paul, you'll like this!
PD: Will I?
? : Yeah!
PD: Go on then, MAKE me like it.
? : But not a lot!
* click *

Not the most inspired gag to pull on him. He probably got fifty calls a week like that. So we're all chuckling our heads off. This was sophisticated humour to us. I thought my uncle's Chubby Brown videos were the pinnacle of comedy.

Next thing, one of the other lads pops up with his local pizza shop number. (Where did he get this? I never though to ask.)

A phone order is promptly made for six cheesy pizzas to Mr Daniels address. Of course, we'd never know if they got there or if they realised beforehand.

One of the lads observed "It's hilarious to think that Paul Daniels will open his front door and say 'Fuck me, pizza!'" There was a pause and then he said, "Mind you, it'll be even more hilarious when the door opens and the pizza delivery dude will say 'Fuck me, Paul Daniels!'"

Paul, if you're reading this, Norman owes you cash for that pizza. I think he's on Friends Reunited.
(mingeswingers, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 23:15, Reply)