Jacket was always coming off - but the hip thrusts surprised me

Darren Hassett writes about his experience modelling for the Only Fools and Horses Fashion Show in Kilkenny

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Jacket was always coming off - but the hip thrusts surprised me

Darren at the fashion show

I modelled once before when I worked in Tesco, but way back then, I didn’t get a kiss on my way off the catwalk.

So it’s fair to say, this time around, I enjoyed my brief sojourn into modelling a little more.

I generally can appear unfazed by walking or talking in public - but beneath that icy exterior - it’s only natural to feel some nerves and I do get nervous.

I may have wet my whistle a little beforehand just to settle myself down.

The fashion show in Langton’s was professionally organised but we were told to make the most of our time at the top of the catwalk - so as soon as those words landed with me - I decided I’d let something organic happen and that kind of put me at ease. It loosened me up.

I was walking out with a lovely man by the name of Dermot Dalton, neither of us had done a run through, so you just knew that our part in the show just wouldn’t go to plan.

We were supposed to stand together at the top of the catwalk and the person on the left would walk first. That didn’t happen.

I actually can’t really remember what did transpire as we walked out, it’s all a blur.

We didn’t stand as a pair at the top anyway. But once I made my way down that walkway and felt the red carpet beneath my feet, it all came together.

I really loved my outfit from Pauls and so I thought, get the jacket off and get it to someone in the crowd and maybe they’ll let me keep it.

No one really got to see my jacket because I had it off and in the crowd as soon as I got to the end of the runway.

I was looking around for someone to throw it to and sure who did I see, only my girlfriend, Audrey, in the front row. I deftly lobbed it into her lap, but what followed next wouldn’t even be seen at a Shakira concert.

I thrust my hips in ways I didn’t know I could. The crowd cheered, at least I think they did.

Time flies at the top.

The moment is all too brief and after a few seconds I turned and blew a kiss to Audrey who was on her way to the stage with my jacket. I wanted her to put it into her handbag but I guess it was only right to bring it backstage and put it back on the rack.

A quick kiss from her and I made my way off the catwalk.

The dream was over. The cheers fell silent.