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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no good deed goes unpunished
In 1974 (yes, I'm a semi-old fart) I went with my father and sister to an amusement park for a day...a place called Sterling Gardens if I recall. I was alone in a pedal boat out some distance from the pier...in a nearby boat a little girl (4 years old or so) decided that she wanted out of her boat RIGHT NOW...immediately. No, she would not wait to go back to the pier. There was a floating barrier between our two boats that lead back to the pier..she decided she could walk on that. And in the drink she went...and couldn't swim. Glug glug. I, fully clothed, dove in the water and pulled her head above water...lost my specs doing it. Anyway, I made the front page of the local paper, replete with dorky photo, for 'saving' her life...and was endlessly tormented by the rest of the boys in school for the rest of the year. Cries of 'save me' followed me up and down the hallways for months. Damn.
( , Fri 11 Feb 2005, 20:27, Reply)
In 1974 (yes, I'm a semi-old fart) I went with my father and sister to an amusement park for a day...a place called Sterling Gardens if I recall. I was alone in a pedal boat out some distance from the pier...in a nearby boat a little girl (4 years old or so) decided that she wanted out of her boat RIGHT NOW...immediately. No, she would not wait to go back to the pier. There was a floating barrier between our two boats that lead back to the pier..she decided she could walk on that. And in the drink she went...and couldn't swim. Glug glug. I, fully clothed, dove in the water and pulled her head above water...lost my specs doing it. Anyway, I made the front page of the local paper, replete with dorky photo, for 'saving' her life...and was endlessly tormented by the rest of the boys in school for the rest of the year. Cries of 'save me' followed me up and down the hallways for months. Damn.
( , Fri 11 Feb 2005, 20:27, Reply)
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