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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I was responsible for a pile of turd in the Derby Evening TelegraphMe and a friend lived in two suburbs of town seperated by farmers' fields, and after a night out we'd often park up in one of the fields for a sly smoke.
One night, we didn't realise how muddy the field was, and churned massive ruts in the field trying to get the car out. The next day, the farmer was so pissed off, he dumped a gigantic pile of horseshit the size of two transit vans over the entrance to the field, which blocked the way in quite effectively.
Until a few weeks later, when the hottest summer on record kicked in, and heated it up... at which point it appeared in a story called "...and the pongy stuff". Apparently, the smell in the local village was so bad, the residents had to keep their doors and windows shut all summer, and went to the newspaper to complain of their plight. Sorry, Spondon!
(, Fri 11 Feb 2005, 1:36, Reply)
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