Urban Legends
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I fell for the "Bob Holness played the saxophone on Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street" story some years back. It just seemed so right. I still want it to be true.
What have you fallen for, or even better, what legends have you started?
( , Thu 5 Jan 2006, 16:02)
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I fell for the "Bob Holness played the saxophone on Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street" story some years back. It just seemed so right. I still want it to be true.
What have you fallen for, or even better, what legends have you started?
( , Thu 5 Jan 2006, 16:02)
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Valensin
Indeed, the "Brain pencillation" story was doing the rounds at my school during my GCSEs.
"Oh my god, did you hear what this boy did at 'insert name of local school' because of his exam pressure..."
Thinking back to school days in the 80's, people in South East London must remember the Chelsea Smilers. There was talk of a blue transit van full of mental Chelsea fans who used to jump out and ask you what your favourite football team was. If you didn't say Chelsea, they would slash either side of your mouth with a razor blade and then punch you in the stomach, so that when you screamed, your mouth would split from ear to ear, hence the "smile". Resourceful as us South London kids are, I remember the hard lads at school getting the blade from a pencil sharpener and sellotaping it to the end of their rulers so that they were tooled up for the bus ride home. Genius.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 14:45, Reply)
Indeed, the "Brain pencillation" story was doing the rounds at my school during my GCSEs.
"Oh my god, did you hear what this boy did at 'insert name of local school' because of his exam pressure..."
Thinking back to school days in the 80's, people in South East London must remember the Chelsea Smilers. There was talk of a blue transit van full of mental Chelsea fans who used to jump out and ask you what your favourite football team was. If you didn't say Chelsea, they would slash either side of your mouth with a razor blade and then punch you in the stomach, so that when you screamed, your mouth would split from ear to ear, hence the "smile". Resourceful as us South London kids are, I remember the hard lads at school getting the blade from a pencil sharpener and sellotaping it to the end of their rulers so that they were tooled up for the bus ride home. Genius.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 14:45, Reply)
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