For the final shot I had to lie on a wheely trolly and Stacey May would push me across the studio floor while I flapped my arms as if flying - which is funny because this is similar to how I first got tasered.
It was around this time the 'The Boss' came in to say hello. When I say 'The Boss', I mean 'The Head Honcho,' or 'The Big Cheese,' or 'The Grand Nacho.'
The first time we met I was riding a giant mechanical bull in Salford Quays, wildly shouting 'HeeeEeEEeeELllllOoooOo' at her as it swung me around willynilly.
The next time I was dancing on a chair in a very posh theatre. To no music.
So you can imagine my enthusiasm to appear as sane as possible on this - the third meeting.
As I was wheeled over face down on a plastic tea trolly, wearing a fluorescent pink jumpsuit with mustard yellow socks the reality dawned on me that the only way this could look any worse would be if I fell off the trolly. I shall leave the end of this story to your own imagination.