I remember back sometime in the 80s when we played Man U at home. Bryan Robson, then their captain, had been outed by the papers for being drunk at some nightclub and wandering round exposing himself. Cue Ayresome Park ringing to "Robson, Robson, show us yer c0ck ..."
In the 1980s I ended up managing a factory in my mid 20s - far too young in retrospect - and got a panicked call from the security man late one Saturday night, saying he'd just had a call from a man with a Northern Irish accent saying there was a bomb somewhere in the place. I went down there...