Shame? What's Shame?

Looked up from icing after Amanda yelled "Heather!" to see a girl with a clipboard. She was from a show called 'Confessions' or summat, hosted by Davina McCall (v. annoying presenter for those not in the UK) which is going to start its second series and they were looking for victims who apologise for things they did to flatmates, etc. My brain was scrambled by icing easter eggs and hand cramp.

She now has my name, number and a photo of me in plaits and with a large sign pinned to my chest saying 'Any Name Iced Free'. No-one else was stupid enough to say yes.

Ergh. What if I get called in? What the hell am I going to apologise for, causing others trauma by my actions? I have *no* guilty secrets whatsoever, and everyone who's met me can confirm this. Oh, shit, just had a thought. What if this gets back to Tabs? (cousin. produces tv programmes, including Popstars.)

As to the large sign - it's one of the Thorntons info signs with a safety pin on the back that Amanda handed me as a joke this morning on telling me that I was icing girl. I pinned it on, and wrote 'Easter Egg Slayer' in the corner after Michelle constantly called me Buffy. Went for lunch, couldn't figure out why everyone, including the Mormon girl was giving me odd looks. It was only after I sat down in Coffee Republic that the bloke on the same table pointed out that I still had the damn thing on. Gahhh....