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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College Prospectus
I was at art college,and the pursuit of naught but getting wankered and sleeping late was all that was on my mind. The tutor decided that he'd had enough of this as only about two people were regularly turning up, so called all of us in for a severe talking to. As we sat there all a bit shame faced getting a bollocking, a photographer appeared and started taking pictures. I tried to ignore him and look as if I cared deeply about turning up for college and try to appear as mournful as possible.
Three weeks or so later I am in the college prospectus. TWICE. One of them a gurt big half page picture. Doh! They thought I was a good representation of the college? Oh deary doo.
(off topic)
My favourite ever news article was in our local paper, and went something like this:
'Local man Keith Row went to get his daily pint and was surprised to find it half drunk!
"It's like someone drank half of it, then put it back on my doorstep"'
I'm surprised that didn't make the front page.
( , Thu 17 Feb 2005, 10:05, Reply)
I was at art college,and the pursuit of naught but getting wankered and sleeping late was all that was on my mind. The tutor decided that he'd had enough of this as only about two people were regularly turning up, so called all of us in for a severe talking to. As we sat there all a bit shame faced getting a bollocking, a photographer appeared and started taking pictures. I tried to ignore him and look as if I cared deeply about turning up for college and try to appear as mournful as possible.
Three weeks or so later I am in the college prospectus. TWICE. One of them a gurt big half page picture. Doh! They thought I was a good representation of the college? Oh deary doo.
(off topic)
My favourite ever news article was in our local paper, and went something like this:
'Local man Keith Row went to get his daily pint and was surprised to find it half drunk!
"It's like someone drank half of it, then put it back on my doorstep"'
I'm surprised that didn't make the front page.
( , Thu 17 Feb 2005, 10:05, Reply)
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