Do you have a guilty secret?

IT’S the latest fad on Facebook — pages where people own up to an embarrassing secret from their past.

We asked our writers to reveal the skeletons in their closets.

Eggsploding trick

WHEN I was 10, I put an egg, still in its shell, in the microwave. My curiosity was rewarded by the sight of the egg exploding, causing what I thought was minor cosmetic damage. Later, my dad was re- heating his dinner when the microwave began belching out smoke. He thought the microwave was faulty and spent weeks on the phone trying to get a refund. —

Stevie Gallacher.

Cousin David Essex

I FOOLED a friend into believing I was a cousin of David Essex. I told him David was coming to stay but swore him to secrecy. Of course, he couldn’t keep a secret and told a few people. I even got a phone call from the local paper asking to cover the visit. My pal never forgave me. — Sally McDonald.

Don’t goo there

I STAYED in a swanky hotel. “This is the life,” I thought as I lay back to watch TV and stuff my fat face with chocolate. I rolled off the bed an hour later to see I’d dropped a lump of choc and smeared the melted goo in a brown line down the snowwhite sheet. I should have called reception, but instead pretended it hadn’t happened and slept on the other side of the bed. I shudder to think what the maid thought the next day. — Chae Strathie.

Oh, plugger!

WHEN my parents were on holiday I had to iron a shirt in a hurry, I removed a plug without seeing the note reading: “Freezer plug, don’t remove!” on it. Three days later, I realised my mistake and had to spend £ 300 replacing everything that had defrosted. My parents never found out.— Marc Meneaud.

Feeling sheepish

DURING a camping trip years ago my other half needed to use the facilities during the night. Sadly, there were none. So with just the light of the moon guiding her, she located a bush. But as she finished spending a penny, the bush suddenly moved and made a strange noise. It turned out not to be a bush, but rather a very unhappy sheep!

Murray Scougall.

Grandma’s hellish find

WHEN I was nine I was playing on my grandfather’s hill farm in Luss and discovered the skull of a long- dead ewe. I yanked out a yellow sheep tooth and told my grandmother I’d lost a tooth of my own. She told me to put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy. My poor Grandma still has hellish visions of the mutated molar she found that night. Sorry, Grandma.

— Euan Duguid.

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