Fame
I have a long history of appearances in our local paper, edited by a quasi-fascist Christian who is now retiring to make evangelical TV shows in the USA.

I was pictured as a shaggy-haired youth with two equally dodgy-looking folks after we raised some money for the RNLI doing a triathlon.

I had a letter published bitching about a plan to turn a local arena into an opera venue, memorably saying that some people had more money than sense (I was 13). The editor hijacked my letter to suggest they should bring back stock car racing.

I had a series of letters arguing with a mental elderly communist who suggested a talk by a former Nazi Panzer Captain at my sixth form was in fact a Nazi propaganda session. She even suggested I had been brainwashed. She went away when a college governor piled into the fray too.

I was pictured in my sailor uniform on a Sea Cadet parade (the shame...).

I was pictured a couple of times with all the other folks who managed to get into Oxbridge, and managed to look especially weird in both photos. I was also listed with all the other bods who got fancy A levels.

On my first day as a volunteer at my local hospice I was pictured as part of an article about them winning the Queen's Award for volunteers, thus appearing as a pillar of the community with the minimum of effort.

I also had a letter in the Daily Mirror (ahem) about cremation but since it's national I'm not telling you about that.

I'm clearly a publicity whore.

My cousin is a police officer and there was a picture in the Express years ago where some bloke was arrested by armed police, and my cousin is kneeling on him and cuffing him, while grinning.
(DoctorJ last upset some twat who doesn't like swearing on, Thu 10 Feb 2005, 22:45, Reply)