Well, my second most embarrassing moment. The most embarrassing, I would say, was when I was eighteen years old at the pub, reasonably drunk. I returned from the bathroom to witness a large group of male onlookers point at me and laugh. My best friend laughed too, so hard that she was crying. As we stood in the middle of the room with the hyenas circling, I couldn’t make her explain what was wrong with me. When her ability to speak returned (it took an age) she pointed to the long trail of toilet paper behind me that was tucked into my pants like a tail.