When I was little (12) and on a shitty resort holiday in Spain, long before the days of mobile internet pipes and telephonic devices, I purposefully started the rumour that Terry Wogan had been shot.
Hilarity ensued.
Some people cried.
Others went rushing down to the Irish Bar to spread the news.
Then someone went and got a paper and I was rumbled.
The next day Jill Dando was killed.
I like to think of this as a contemporary boy who cried wolf tale.
Only with low rent celebs and murder.
When I was little (12) and on a shitty resort holiday in Spain, long before the days of mobile internet pipes and telephonic devices, I purposefully started the rumour that Terry Wogan had been shot.
Hilarity ensued.
Some people cried.
Others went rushing down to the Irish Bar to spread the news.
Then someone went and got a paper and I was rumbled.
The next day Jill Dando was killed.
I like to think of this as a contemporary boy who cried wolf tale.
Only with low rent celebs and murder.