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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Get your driving gloves outMy father, or "The Ledge" as my friends like to call him (they see him as a demi-God), was in the local papers. It all happened on a summer night. He was out on the razz and after much pintage decided to go home. So he climbed into his car, drink driving back in his day [preceding "The day"] was perfectably acceptable, and started back to his abode. As he was traveling along at some absurd speed in his sports car, another car came up to speed with him. "Want a race huh? YOU GOT IT!" says my father. So down goes his foot and these two cars are battling it out down the motorway. The other car eventually bowed down to his superior racing skills so my father slows down himself, gets out the car and goes to congratulate the driver on a well fought race.
He always tells me that they weren't very sportsman like and took the loss quite badly. But I often hear cops are sore losers.
(, Fri 11 Feb 2005, 12:26, Reply)
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