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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The PoopOne day, whilst out walking the dog, my Mum was approached by a stranger with a camera. He turned out to be a reporter from our local rag who was doing a story on the lovely new Poop Scoop bins. My Mother, being the kindly soul that she is, was happy to help him in his quest for cutting-edge news reporting. Consequently, to my horror, there on page 5 of the edition on the following evening was a big picture of my Mum holding an enormous dog turd in a plastic bag and standing next to a poop-scoop bin. I was about 14 at the time, and it really didn't do much for what little street-cred I had.
Unsurprisingly we didn't keep a copy of that one.
(, Fri 11 Feb 2005, 12:58, Reply)
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