Colour supplement piece glued into a scrapbook circa 1979 - the author is possibly Keith Waterhouse.
Attempts to put these prank tactics into practice - in the elevator at Dillons, in department stores - led to underwhelming results. Perhaps grown-ups instinctively tune out the prattlings of children. Perhaps we weren't good enough actors.
Conversely, eavesdropping rarely trawls up anything very startling or surreal.
Another scrapbook scrap - this is a rejected Daily Telegraph story, sent in by some provincial stringer, where it reached the copy-editing stage (my dad) but was deemed insufficiently newsworthy to go to press. Maybe on a slower news day? My father brought it home for our entertainment.
Daily Telegraph's equivalent of Page 3 in those days was not bare-chested young ladies but grisly stories - "boy's arm severed in elevator accident", that kind of thing. Maybe if the car had reversed and crushed a granny or smashed through someone's living room, the news item might have had legs.
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