Wednesday, August 30, 2006

You Are Doc Sleaze and I Claim My Five Pounds...

I know, I know, my posting here is getting very erratic. But I did warn you - I'm on holiday and frankly having too much fun to bother with all this! Besides, I'm too relaxed to get wound up enough to rant properly. However, I've come up with a new interactive game we can all pay. Taking inspiration from an old Daily Mirror Summer -time wheeze, I'm offering readers the chance to win a fiver simply by tracking me down on holiday. Yes, it is that simple, just locate me whilst I stroll down the beach or wander around a museum, or something, and I'll give you five quid. However, the catch is that you must be carrying a printed out copy of a story from The Sleaze - only if it matches the one I've got in my pocket can you claim your prize. Oh, and you must also say "You are Doc Sleaze and I claim my five pounds" as you tap me on the arm with the aforementioned story.

OK, so I know that you don't know where I am, or what I look like (trust me, don't go by the photo on the 'Staff Profiles' page of The Sleaze) - I didn't say this would be easy, now did I? You'll just have to use your initiative to try and search the posts here for clues - or even the stories over at The Sleaze. Oh, and if I happen to have forgotten to take a copy of a story with me, the competition is void (you don't really think that an old skinflint like me actually wants to give away a fiver, do you?). I look forward to random individuals being assaulted with rolled up hard copies of The Sleaze over the next few days...

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