A man's got to have a hobby, and – apart from all the crapping through letterboxes business which is soon to be banned for Health and Safety reasons - mine just happens to be local newspaper photo spotting.There's nothing I like better than stumbling across a photo in a local newspaper of angry-looking people pointing at holes in roads, piles of litter or the steaming turd on their doormat. In fact, I am thrilled to discover there are others like me as the excellent Glum Councillors blog proves.
The one thing that puzzles me, however, is the fact that everybody and their dog wants to be a press photographer, so only the best, most ridiculously qualified and frighteningly talented photographers are taken on by the local press at insultingly low salaries.
In return, they are sent out on soul-crushing missions to take pictures of fete openings, vicars and angry people pointing at holes in roads or the steaming turd on their doormat.
No wonder some rebel.
No wonder some try to get something under the radar.
I thought I had seen it all until I came across this one in the Reading Evening Post.
An oh-so-sensitive report on one women's torment and ongoing mental issues at living next to a convicted sex offender.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Evening Post's "Naked neighbour ‘put me off men’" illustrated with this outstanding example of the genre of local press photography:
Good Lord – Ronnie Barker's really let himself go.
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And it's good night from me and it's good night from him. I mean, her. I mean...
wibble
Night Dawn. Dimitri sends his regards.
"He looks younger than he is and he was well-endowed and really hairy."
Can't tell by looking at her, but she sounds like a bit of an expert.
I didn't notice the fork at first (great idea: PHOTOSHOP IT OUT) so was going to ask why there's a flying sausage in the photo. But I have now so won't ask.
Nah the fork is the best bit.
The only fork she'll be having in the immediate future?
"Ronnie Barker's really let himself go."
That'll be because he's dead?
Hot or not?
SP: not.
"Fork Handles?"
"Nah, only need the one"
DOES NOT WANT
It put her off men AND sausages. Perhaps if she tried another brand of sausages.
One can understand being put off by 'Darlow’s “pale and hairy” body in the November chill'" but not sure if this necessitates antidepressants. Mind bleach, certainly.
Maybe it's the booze, maybe it's the fact I got up at 4 this morning and it's now a quarter to tomorrow, but I laughed out loud when I got to the end of that. That's not something I do very often when reading blogs, even your illutria... il... oh bugger it, that was a funny post.
What was the question again?
Is she wearing earrings or just got freakishly large earlobes.
That was not the question, however. But it is my question. AndI can't even blame booze.
Is it just me, or is there a remarkable similarity between this 'woman' and this 'woman' whose photo I used for my last week's Caption Competition?
I think we should be told...
Also, is it a good thing to say that I've just found out via email that one of my photos is going to be featured as 'Picture of the Week' in the next edition of The Ealing Gazette?
Or will people think I'm a sad-act for submitting a piccy now...?
Ok, wait..."young looking, well endowed and really hairy" Why would that put you OFF men? I would have popped some popcorn and settled in to watch the show.
Brits, humph.
Ronnie really needs to stop eating those sausages whole and sideways.
Three pronged attacker!
I done a LOL.
Marvellous. Here is someone else
pointing at a road
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