Look! It's me in the Local PaperMost 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.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Feb 2005, 10:15)
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Tin Foil Mouse BoyI've been in the Sandhurst and Camberley rag a few times as a kid. My strangest experiance was when I was an the type of earnest, animal-rights teenager that only sprouted up in the eighties. I, and the rest of the Camberley & District Animal Rights Group, went to do a protest outside the local branch of Boots the Chemist.
The protest was against some sun-tan lotion company who were shaving mice, pinning them down and sticking them under ultra-violet light to test how well their lotion worked on the poor little, burning buggers. Or something.
The local animal-rights group was made up of some sweet, human-hating old biddies and me so I had to be the one who was to demonstrate the fate of the poor mice.
They back-combed my hair, made me wear a rubber mouse-nose on my face, wrapped me in tin-foil, pinned me to a big board and made me stand in Camberley town center on a busy Saturday afternoon.
Shortly after about all my mates and every girl in Camberley (and surrounds) that I'd ever wanted to cop-off with had walked past, the local newspaper reporter and photographer turn up, eager for a scoop.
My mum's still got the clipping somewhere.
(, Thu 10 Feb 2005, 15:25, Reply)
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