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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Treason!
Years ago, my Mum's friend asked if I could do some work on the town's Coat of Arms. This old duffer had discovered that the coat of arms was probably incorrect and asked me to create a new one with the missing heraldic items (lion rampant, etc) on it. Once done, it went in the local rag and the council commissioned a bloke to re-do the signs on the outskirts of town. Then the shit hit the fan. The local historic society (yes really) went nuts as they had conflicting proof that the current one was right. The local rag was full of cross old people arguing for weeks. Finally, the Queen's Heraldic experts got involved and threatened legal action if the Town attempted to change the Coat of Arms. At this point I stopped chuckling and adopted a low profile.
My Dad suggested we crept out at night and stuck large copies of my new design over the town's welcome signs. But I was too chicken to do it.
I'll dig the articles out when i get home and try and post them.
( , Fri 11 Feb 2005, 12:08, Reply)
Years ago, my Mum's friend asked if I could do some work on the town's Coat of Arms. This old duffer had discovered that the coat of arms was probably incorrect and asked me to create a new one with the missing heraldic items (lion rampant, etc) on it. Once done, it went in the local rag and the council commissioned a bloke to re-do the signs on the outskirts of town. Then the shit hit the fan. The local historic society (yes really) went nuts as they had conflicting proof that the current one was right. The local rag was full of cross old people arguing for weeks. Finally, the Queen's Heraldic experts got involved and threatened legal action if the Town attempted to change the Coat of Arms. At this point I stopped chuckling and adopted a low profile.
My Dad suggested we crept out at night and stuck large copies of my new design over the town's welcome signs. But I was too chicken to do it.
I'll dig the articles out when i get home and try and post them.
( , Fri 11 Feb 2005, 12:08, Reply)
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