Stalking
Now I know I am going to sound like a physco here. When I was 16, I moved out of home and got a Bedsit in Mutley. Having no parental supervision and a dodgy off-licence, I started smoking and Drinking like Gary Glitter liked Children...

Our local Radio Station around here was 97FM Plymouth Sound with Dave and Kerry at Breakfast. I didn't realise this but he actually lived around the corner from me at the time, and regualy walked past the flat several times a day. Realising the minor celeb haunts that would come and go (and bearing that I didn't have a TV or a Computer back then - it was 1997) I would sit outside in the park and watch the other Z-list celebs turn up. (God this is sounding sad and fucked up to me...)

Me being the devil that I am, I started leaving presents on his car, like chocolates, roses, Condoms (not used) and teddy bears. I knew that it would freak him out and wanted to watch the entertainment.

Then 2 months later I finally could afford to buy a Black and White Television, and found another form of entertainment.

If I remember correctly, about 3 months after I stopped, he had a breakdown live on air.

Length : Too Short for my liking
(TIMBIonline available for any passing drunk sailor, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 11:18, 2 replies)

I'm from Plymouth ...
...so I have a nice mental picture of your story!
( El Lazarus is calm now, Ish,, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 12:33, closed)

hmmm...
I would like to point out that I was 16 at the time, and Plymouth is a very fucked up city of a single chick (!).

That and the herb was cheap back then...
(TIMBIonline available for any passing drunk sailor, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 16:42, closed)