MY heart went out to the poor chap walking along Mather Lane, Leigh, with a notice stuck to his back on Tuesday lunchtime.
It read "I smell of poo" but the fourth word began with S.
There's pranks and pranks, and I don't think that's very nice. Whoever thought it amusing must be warped. Pity I couldn't stop.
It takes me back to the sixties when my wonderful colleagues sent me off with an hale and hearty slap on the back.
When I reached Wigan town centre, via the upstairs front of the 54 bus, it was pointed out that I too had a notice stuck to my leather coat. It read "My name is Lesley, I've got a big bottom."
The shame. I travelled about 10 miles like that, but I've had some laughs about it since. Unfortunately now it is true.
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