‘It started out as a gag. I bet someone I could beat Houdini’s escape time, and next thing I know, I’m strapped in tighter than a titmouse and everyone is laughing at me. I’ve always been a bit high-strung, but I never would have expected to wind up chasing my own tail around the bar like a lunatic. Turns out I really don’t like being confined. Not only did I not even come close to beating Houdini’s time, but the authorities were called and this photo taken, and now I can’t go anywhere without being called out as “That guy!”‘