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Miranda's Cringe of the Week: The Sneeze

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David Thair | 15:30 UK time, Wednesday, 24 November 2010

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I hope you're enjoying the new series of Miranda. Judging by your comments, it looks like you are!

Just before the show returned we introduced a new feature to the blog: Miranda's Cringe of the Week. The Miranda production team would love to hear your real-life cringeworthy moments, so leave them in the comments below!

Here's this week's inspiration from Miranda herself:

"I was out shopping yesterday when a gorgeous shop assistant asked me if I needed any help. As I turned around I felt a sneeze coming on. When nothing came out I panicked and persisted to scrunch up my face every few seconds, as if having a facial twitch was less embarrassing than sneezing. And OBVIOUSLY, as I was mid one facial scrunch, my ex walked past."

And here's some of your latest cringes from Twitter!

@cheznoir: [I] went and moaned in the phone shop about an "unpaid bill" and as I went to storm off, I walked into their glass door!
@JonnyRiverhorse: Cough outrage Tuesday when, in a vain attempt to get to the corridor, I overstrained and broke wind with frightful venom!

Have you done anything that can beat Miranda's cringe? Leave a comment below or tag your tweet #mirandamoments on Twitter.


  • Comment number 1.

    I have to admit that last year I did actually slip on a banana skin. I thought it was one of those comedy cliches, but I managed it without even trying. Not sure if its cringe worthy though, because for some reason I felt ever so proud of my mishap.

  • Comment number 2.

    Haha!!! Gotta love Miranda... My cringe moment would have to be when I was about 4 years old. I was stood in a shop with my Mum when I shouted at the top of my little lungs "i've got poo on my knickers" Meaning Pooh Bear patterned. Everyone just looked at my Mum as if to say "What is that woman doing sending her daungter out in dirty knickers" To funny! xxx

  • Comment number 3.

    I grew up in a small village in the Highlands of Scotland and when any entertainment came to the village hall, it would be packed out. On one particular evening,when I was about 14, a male singer had come to give a concert and decided to get audience participation...He was singing (remember small village, no night life!) 'Have A Banana' which we all got excited about. So we did a one line practice - all went well. The singer then started with 'My Ma's A Millionaire' - to which the whole audience happily shouted 'Have A Banana', he went on with, 'Blue eyes and curly hair' and one lone voice (yes, mine) shouted very enthusiastically 'Have A Banana'. The man stopped singing and made a point of telling us (me) how it was supposed to be done and started again...stupid song!Uncool to be at village concert at 14 - even worse to be singing 'Have a Banana' - even worse to do it wrong...cheeks burning madly as I type!x

  • Comment number 4.

    Have always despised folk who walk around with eyes only for their portable electrical equipment. Yesterday, my music player was acting up, so I took it out to fix it; what else to be in my way but a lamp post. Being a fast walker I also recoiled off it and most likely looked dazed for a while.

    (Incidentally, I was on my way to a Miranda-recording. Upon relaying this to my friend they suggested that I was perhaps trying to pace myself...)

  • Comment number 5.

    Being hated by your p.e teacher can be very embarrassing, as i found out last week, when i was told to come up to the front of the class, and demonstrate how to serve in badminton, i swung the racquet, and hit myself in the face, causing my glasses to fall off, everyone thought it was hilarious, even the teacher... no wonder i hate P.E

  • Comment number 6.

    ok so i do tend to try and salvage the situations, and well i'm not sure that's such a good idea anymore...

    this is particularly embarrassing, but i was on the metro...in another european capital shall we say. Anyway you know when you've just got on and you sort of lose your balance as the metro starts, so you grab a pole or bar or something to stop yourself falling over? well i did that. i went to grab the pole behind me, with my hand lower than my waist. Well let's just i left at the next stop mortified and the man behind me left looking somewhat pleased with his day!

    And when you think the day couldn't get any worse or any more embarrassing, this happens:

    later on i went to use the restrooms at a shopping mall, however, the women's one was closed and we were instructed to use the male toilet. So doing the whole, slapstick spy thing i manage to sneak into the male toilet cubicles! phew, some safety! uh oh, some guys have just come in. It's ok i'm in a cubicle! Anyways in the middle of undertaking some activities necessary for menstruating females a man rushes in and (well he was bloody strong alright) yanked the door open in a desperate frenzy, only to see things that ought never to be seen! well since i didn't speak the language i can't be sure of what he said but i hope a sorry was in there somewhere! well i thought i've been embarrassed enough, it can't get worse, only to walk out with 3 men at the urinals, looking at me as though i'm either lost, or really a man and just glancing at my crotch....so i used a deep voice and said i'm still adjusting to the sex change!!! what else could i do?!

    i kid you not, this is actually my life!! i feel like you've turned my life into your sitcom! i went to the whole all girls school thing, and no i have no idea about sex, or dating! seriously i've not been on one yet, and when i tried to flirt with a guy i ended up talking about diarrhoea! not even verbal diarrhoea, actual proper smelly watery poo!


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