Wrong place ... wrong time ... wrong man!!

I saw this on the mail on sunday (don't worry I was after the Learn Spanish CD).
"Mr Goma, a graduate from the Congo, described his surprise interview ordeal as "very stressful". He found himself being ushered into a studio and fitted with a microphone after raising his hand when a producer called out the name Guy Kewney."
You can see his reaction as he gamely carried on here.

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