Look! It's me in the Local Paper
Most local papers will print any old rubbish. Far, far too many years ago I got into the Windsor, Slough and Eton Express after winning a fancy-dressed-bicycle competition. What they neglected to mention was that I was the only entrant.
What sad stuff have you been in your local rag for doing? Scan stuff in and show us if you can.
( , Thu 10 Feb 2005, 10:15)
Most local papers will print any old rubbish. Far, far too many years ago I got into the Windsor, Slough and Eton Express after winning a fancy-dressed-bicycle competition. What they neglected to mention was that I was the only entrant.
What sad stuff have you been in your local rag for doing? Scan stuff in and show us if you can.
( , Thu 10 Feb 2005, 10:15)
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These boots were made for walking......
When I was about 13 I went through the usual rebellious phase and decided that instead of the regulation school shoes that girls had to wear I'd wear boots like all the boys instead. Therefore I got sent home everyday as soon as I turned up for registration to change into something more 'suitable'. I was chuffed as fluck with this but after a week of it my arsehole of a dad thought it would be a good idea to ring the local paper and get some twisted sick little photographer & journalist to come round and spill his guts to the entire population of Lincolnshire. Hence me the following Monday on the entire front page of the local rag with a massive picture of me and said boots with the headline 'These boots were made for walking but not to the (Name of Shite Secondary School)'. Almost collapsed and died at the shame which could only have been beaten by the following week the same thing again - all over the front page but this time saying I was going back to school as I was 'worried about my studies'. Worried about my studies my arse - I had to go back to stop myself kicking my dad's teeth down his throat.
( , Thu 10 Feb 2005, 13:52, Reply)
When I was about 13 I went through the usual rebellious phase and decided that instead of the regulation school shoes that girls had to wear I'd wear boots like all the boys instead. Therefore I got sent home everyday as soon as I turned up for registration to change into something more 'suitable'. I was chuffed as fluck with this but after a week of it my arsehole of a dad thought it would be a good idea to ring the local paper and get some twisted sick little photographer & journalist to come round and spill his guts to the entire population of Lincolnshire. Hence me the following Monday on the entire front page of the local rag with a massive picture of me and said boots with the headline 'These boots were made for walking but not to the (Name of Shite Secondary School)'. Almost collapsed and died at the shame which could only have been beaten by the following week the same thing again - all over the front page but this time saying I was going back to school as I was 'worried about my studies'. Worried about my studies my arse - I had to go back to stop myself kicking my dad's teeth down his throat.
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