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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A sad story, but with an uplifting ending. Yay!Twas December 24th, 1989, a date that probably won't live in infamy, but it really really should...
All of my familys' christmas presents got nicked from the back of our car by some thieving jock chav scumbag while we were parked outside my dad's friend's house in Edinburgh. To an 8 year old this was unquestionably the worst thing that could have happened to anyone in the universe, ever.
It was alright in the end though cos the local rag got to hear about it and sent two kindly (and probably very intrepid) reporters round to cover the story and they bought us presents! They restored my faith in the human spirit, which only a few hours earlier I had thought irreversibly tainted.
The picture itself is ace, me and my little brother had to pose in the back of the empty boot, with empty stockings draped folornly over our shoulders. My brother of course is gurning like a fool, slightly marring the message.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2005, 15:06, Reply)
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