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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Not the newspaper, the telly6 Years ago Wales beat England at rugby (snigger) and I was in my rugby club in Glasgow watching it. If Wales managed to beat England then Scotland would win the 5 Nations and we would all have to get pissed. Cool.
AAAAAAnyway, after the game we were told that Sky Sports News would be coming along to interviews a few of us (me and another few blokes) about the result. Queue mucho excitement. We get the beers in to look authentically "rugby lad" and it's going well, except that they didn't show until 9. By the time they got around to interviewing us, a bit of ganja had also gone around and we were all comprehensively wankered. The news is due on at 10pm, and have phoned my dad and asked him to record it.
The bulletin comes on and I look like I have drunk the world and am quite freely talking utter shite. My family were so proud. But my then girlfriend saw it and thought I was great, and rewarded me most generously in the bedroom. You love the fame, the length, the girth...
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Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Fri 11 Feb 2005, 8:53,
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