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Tell my side of the story

October 19, 2018 by Sell My Story

Have you ever thought ‘I want to tell my side of the story’?

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We can help you tell your story to the newspapers in your own words. Whats more, we’ll pay you the highest fee possible for sharing your story.

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We’ll consider any story, as long as it would make an interesting magazine or newspaper article.

Chris, 33, got in touch with us because he was sick of being judged for his tattoos.

The chef got his first tattoo when he was 16 and has racked up a staggering 600 tattoos since.

He says when he finds a bare patch of skin in the shower, he gets it covered as soon as possible.

But he admits that his face tattoos have left him open to ridicule and he often hears people say “look at the state of his face”.

However Chris doesn’t regret any of his artwork – in fact he’s booked in for another six hour session next week.

He wanted to tell people that he might have tattoos on his face – but he’s still a loving dad and partner.

How it works

Chris emailed us and our trained reporter Joe had a chat with him on the phone about his story. They worked together to make sure Chris was happy with the story.

When Chris was ready, we arranged for his story to appear as an exclusive in the Daily Star. The story even got a mention on their front page.

After that it was featured in a number of other newspapers and websites, and we are in the process of securing TV coverage for Chris.

He will be paid a fee by all the newspapers who used his story.

Have you ever thought 'I want to tell my side of the story'? If you want to tell your side of the story to the press, then you have come to the right place.

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Batkid to the rescue: Pay Tribute to a Hero

August 30, 2016 by Laura Elvin

Would you like to pay tribute to a hero by selling your story to a magazine or newspaper?

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Here, one of our clients paid tribute to a hero; an amazing little boy who saved the day in his Batman costume. We helped secure an exclusive magazine deal for the story.

Child locked in a car

I pulled away from Uckfield local library with the ‘Wheels on the bus’ tune echoing in my ears. Tuesday’s were the day I looked after my one-year-old granddaughter, Iris Adamski, for her mum, Eloise, 35, and we’d just left the Rhyme Time club where we went every week.

She sat in the car seat next to me in my Volkswagon Beetle as we headed to Tesco to pick up a few bits for tea. The weather was gorgeous and the sun was beating down.

“Round and round, round and…Here we are, darling,” I sang as I parked up the car.

I rolled the windows up, got out and unlocked the passenger door with the remote key, and went to unbuckle Iris’s seatbelt. I popped the key on the dashboard and then closed the door, thinking it best to grab a trolley first.

Clunk.

Zavi Ahmed with Iris Adamski. Zavi helped rescue 1 year old Iris when she got locked in a car by mistake.

The old coat-hanger trick

I knew immediately, by the sound the door had made, that it had locked itself. I grabbed the door handle and began pulling the door in a panic. Nothing. I raced around to the driver’s side, and the same thing happened.

I stared in disbelief at the keys on the dashboard, then at Iris, who must’ve been wondering what was happening, why her Gran wasn’t getting her out of the car, and just standing there staring at her through the window.

Oh gosh said to myself!

I called my husband, John, 68, and told him what happened. “I’ll be right there,” he said reassuringly.

Smashed glass in car.

When I turned back around, Iris was fast asleep. After ten minutes, John pulled up and had a coat hanger in his hand.

“What’s that for?” I asked. “To break out the convict,” he said, jokingly.

He unravelled the coat hanger and slid one end down under the canvas roof of the convertible VW like a professional car thief. “Anything you want to tell me, John?” I teased. But the wire wasn’t strong enough to latch on to the door handle and it kept slipping off.

Car key on dash of car

By this time a few people had gathered around, intrigued by what was happening. “I think we need to call the police,” John said. “We can’t leave her in there much longer on a day like this, and this just isn’t working.”

All joking aside, it was getting quite worrying. I dialled 999 and explained the situation and they sent an officer from the Sussex constabulary to help get Iris out.

In the meantime, the kerfuffle had woken her up and she was staring in awe at all the people gathering around the car. Once the officer arrived, he and John tried to unlock the door with a stronger piece of wire, but again, it kept slipping off the handle.

“We’re going to have to break the window, I’m afraid,” the officer said. I gasped. “What about the baby?” I said.

Zavi Ahmed with Iris Adamski.

Batkid to the rescue

“We’ll have to smash the back window on the opposite side. That way, she won’t get showered in glass.”

Some more people had gathered by this time and were distracting Iris with toys and some were even making faces to make her giggle, so she wouldn’t get scared. Once they’d broken the window though, we quickly realised that it was hopeless.

Without the keys, the door wouldn’t open anyway. And the keys were on the dashboard. Neither John nor the officer were small enough to squeeze through the back window. Iris had fully woken up and was stressed and crying her eyes out.

We all stood around with our hands on our hips wondering what on earth we were going to do.

Just at that moment, as if someone had turned on the Bat Signal over Gotham City, a sweet young boy dressed as Batman walked over and asked if he could help. His name was Zavi, five, and he was with his mum, Emma Ahmed, 32, and his brother, Nadeem, two, who was wearing a Superman outfit.

As we explained to them what had happened, Zavi fearlessly sprang into action. “I can climb in and rescue her,” he said. We all looked at each other in amazement, and then sudden realisation.

Zavi was the only one small enough to fit through the window. Without him, we’d have had to break through another window, and potential shower Iris in dangerously sharp shards of glass. “It’s Batman to the rescue,” John said, laughing.

Zavi Ahmed helped rescue 1 year old Iris when she got locked in a car by mistake. July 15 2015. See SWNS story SWBATMAN; A one-year-old girl trapped in a scorching car on a hot summer's day was rescued by a five-year-old hero - dressed as BATMAN. Real life superhero Zavi Ahmed swooped to the rescue after police were unable to free the trapped tot from the Volkswagen Beetle. They smashed the rear window but they couldn't fit inside to open the doors or fetch the keys. But officers were stunned when Zavi - dressed as The Caped Crusader - wandered over with his mum and offered to help. Zavi had begged his mum Emma, 32, to dress up as his favourite superhero that morning but never expected to come to the rescue of complete stranger Iris Adamski.

Zavi had begged his mum Emma, 32, to dress up as his favourite superhero that morning but never expected to come to the rescue of complete stranger Iris Adamski.

Batkid saves the day

The officer put his jumper down on the window so Zavi wouldn’t get cut by the glass, and he climbed on through. He scrambled over the back seat and through the gap between the two front seats. He grabbed the keys off the dashboard, clicked the button to unlock the doors, and saved the day.

I quickly opened the door, unbuckled Iris’s seatbelt and held her in my arms, relieved to finally have her free. Her face beamed from all the attention. The crowd that had gathered gave a round of applause for our little Caped Crusader who’d come to Iris’s rescue.

Emma congratulated Zavi, and John and I thanked him. But true to form, he was as cool as his comic book hero, and just brushed the whole thing off.

“He wouldn’t leave the house this morning without wearing his Batman outfit,” Emma said, smiling. He said it was because he was a superhero. It’s like he knew he was going to be called upon to save the day.”

We all laughed and went our separate ways. John got in the car and drove home, and while I drove home myself, Iris’s mum, Eloise rang my hands free. “Hi mum,” she said. “What sort of day are you having?” I laughed “You wouldn’t believe me it if I told you.”

Pay tribute to a hero

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As you can see from the story above, we don’t just publish hard-hitting news stories. We’ll consider any story whether it’s hilarious, bizarre, quirky or guaranteed to raise a smile. You can pay tribute to a hero, just like Iris’ nan paid tribute to Zavi (AKA Bat Kid) in this story. We arranged an exclusive deal for the story so that Zavi got the recognition he deserved.

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Sell a funny story to a magazine like this banged up bride!

October 29, 2015 by Stacey Byles

We helped Bride Stephanie sell a funny story to a magazine about being taken to her wedding reception in the back of a police car!

Would you like to sell a funny story to a magazine? Contact us today! Read recent client Stephanie’s hilarious wedding story below…

Stepping into my beautiful fish tail wedding dress, I was careful not to ruin my hair or my make up on the most magical day of my life.

As I stood up to have a look in the mirror, I twirled around to face to my five bridesmaids, and my face erupted into a huge smile. “Feel free to cry at any point,” I said, laughing to my braids maids. You look absolutely amazing,” my younger sister Kerry, 18, cried.

I was about to walk down the aisle to marry the man of my dreams, David, 25. We have been together for seven years, but have known each other since the beginning of middle school – he just didn’t know that one day, he’d be lucky enough to marry me. Putting the finishing touches to my dress and hair, Kerry gasped in excitement, “It’s here.”

My stomach tightened in nervous knots as I looked out my bedroom window and saw the beautiful traditional silver wedding car, waiting to take me to the church in Paisley. As I attempted to gracefully plod down the stairs in my dress and heels, my dad shed a tear from the corner of his eye. “Aw my little baby, you look stunning,” he said.

My eyes started to water as well. “You look lovely too,” I replied giving him a huge hug. He grabbed my hand and led me to the car. “Oh it’s lovely in here isn’t dad,” I said, attempting not to suffocate him with my dress. As we set off, we waved goodbye to my beautiful bridesmaids and my mum, Jackie 45, and I couldn’t wait to meet David at the altar and for everyone else to join me.

“Get me to the church on time….” I started singing as we drove along the road, laughing to my dad. The church was only four miles away from my house, so it didn’t take long to travel there. What seemed like a life time later, I stepped out of the car. I wanted to run inside to marry the love of my life.

As the wedding song played as I walked down the aisle, I saw David standing at the other end. My smile was ear to ear as he placed a kiss on my cheek. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear. “I love you too,” I beamed. The ceremony was beautiful. We said our ‘I dos’ and as we walked towards the silver vintage car, David’s face lit up as he saw it for the first time.

Shaking all of the confetti from our hair, we held hands on en route to Lockside House Hotel 40 miles away from the church. “Can you believe we’re married, David!” I screamed hugging him. “I know. You’re my wife. It sounds so weird,” he replied. With a thud, the car suddenly stopped dead as we approached a set of temporary traffic lights.

“Oh god that didn’t sound good did it? Imagine we get stuck at the lights and we didn’t make it to the reception on time,” I joked. But with a clunk, the car came to a stop. The engine failed to start after four or five attempts. We were stranded. A jump start didn’t help and I stayed sat in the back, miserable, while David got out in his suite to investigate.

As David and the driver managed to push the car into the side of road, a police car pulled in behind us, about 20 minutes later, to see if we needed a little help. Time was ticking by and everyone would be wondering where we were. “You okay here?” The officer asked.

“Yes, we’re fine, just a bit of car trouble,” I replied solemnly. “Need a lift?” PC Lynsey Arthur of Cumnock Police Office, Ayrshire said. David just looked at me, he knew my face, and he knew that there were two chances of me getting that police car, no chance and a dog’s chance.

“Come on Steph, it would be really funny, imagine everyone’s faces as we pull up in a police car, plus, what other option do we have?” David said with a huge smile on his face. I could tell he wanted to ride in the car, so I reluctantly accepted. “That would be lovely, thank you so much.” I said looking inside the car, weary.

“You may have saved the day.” Lynsey helped me pile my dress into the back seat of the car and David took the front seat as it was too small for the both of us. As I looked around, I could see grey, black and metal. It smelt a little funny, but was really clean. “I can’t believe I’m in a police car on my wedding day,” I said smiling.

“Oh it’s so funny!” David replied. I then started to enjoy the ride to our reception. As long as I was with David nothing mattered. As we pulled into the long drive, we asked Lynsey to put on the blue lights, she did and everyone came running out to greet us, cheering. Their smiles were priceless and it was such an amazing experience.

It wasn’t quite the transport we had hoped to arrive in, but I managed to keep my spirits high and I couldn’t stop smiling when we arrived at the venue. Lynsey totally saved the day and went far beyond her line of duty. She was a star! We were lucky with so much else on the day, especially with the weather, and we’ve now got something to tell the kids and grandkids about for years to come.

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Do women get addicted to dying hair?

September 21, 2015 by Stacey Byles

Do women get addicted to dying hair? We asked Venessa, a nurse, who has dyed her hair hundreds of times, every colour of the rainbow, and has spent around £5,000.

If you have a quirky, fun or uplifting story to share with the press, we want to hear about it. We don’t just print shocking, heartbreaking and serious news stories. We will consider any story as long as it’s true and recent. We also guarantee to pay you the most money for your story.

Looking at all the different hair dyes, my eyes glance up and down the shelves in awe, and a sense of indecisiveness filled me with excitement.

“What colour this week,” I thought to myself running my fingertips through the ends of my pink hair. I have been dyeing my hair for over five-years and I have spent close to £5,000 funding my colour-changing hair habit. I finally managed to choose a shade and rushed home to lather my hair in my new colour – the 30 minutes wait is always such a tease.

“Who are you going to be this week, Vanessa? my mum, Jackie, 49, said to me. “The crazy, pink-haired lady, or are you going to give your mum a break and go back to your roots?” “Lilac,” I said with a wink. I separated my hair into sections, ensuring I dyed every single strand.

Mum gave a little tut, shook her head and smiled at me. “Wont the hospital mind?” she asked, straightening out my bed sheets. “No, they love it. My patients say I keep them young.” I carefully combed the dye through my hair, popped a shower cap on and rinsed my hands. My obsession with dyeing my hair started when I was 18 and quickly turned into an addiction.

I dyed my hair a bright red colour then, and almost every week since I’ve bought a box of colour costing around £20. I usually split the dye into two pots and add conditioners to it. This way it makes it last longer and my hair is always in great condition. I always top the colour up every few days to keep it looking fresh too.

The next day, at the hospital, I was rocking my new lilac hair, which went perfectly well with my nursing uniform. “Hello nurse pinky,” one of my patients said to me. “Not so pink anymore, I’ve changed it to lilac,” I said, cheekily, plumping her pillow. “And I’ll still be dying my hair when I get to your age.

“I think greys have the most fun anyway,” she said puffing up her hair, laughing. I’m fairly sure my patients hadn’t a clue there were so many different hair colours. “How many colours have you been?” she asked. “Well, I normally change my hair colour with my mood and never stay the same colour for more than a month.

“I’ve been pink, blue, green, brown, blonde, turquoise, red, purple, orange…the list goes on. “I’m naturally a mousey brown colour but I like to try something different every now and then.” My hair always gets compliments and the condition is really good.

The amount of money I have spent on dyeing my hair is fairly extravagant, but I’ve given up other things in their place. Instead of buying a dress one week, or getting a take-away, I’ll buy a box of dye instead. I think everyone should go a shade brighter with their hair. It’s really endearing. Just try not to get addicted like me, it costs a lot if you do.

So there you are – women certainly can get addicted to dying hair!

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My crazy sexy gran loves dressing up and flirting with the boys

August 17, 2015 by Stacey Byles

Meet sexy gran Pat, who loves dressing in raunchy clothes and flirting with the young lads. SellUsYourStory.com client pays tribute to her nan in That’s Life magazine article. If you have a funny, lighthearted story, we’d love to hear from you too.

I lay in bed on a gorgeous Saturday morning and my phone buzzed on the bedside table. ‘Coming to the gym, pet?’ I read blurry eyed and yawning. It was my Nan, Pat, 69.

‘Yeah sure. Meet you there in an hour,’ I text back.

I dragged on my gym gear and walked to the gym around the corner.

When I opened the door of my sexy gran was swinging her body around dancing pole in the middle of the floor, effortlessly, while the room filled with laugher.

“Hey Nan,” I said throwing my bag onto the floor.

“Hey Vanessa, this is my beautiful Granddaughter Vanessa everyone,” she said hanging upside down from the pole. I gave a little wave. “This is your Nan?” the instructor asked in astonishment. “Yep,” I said with a smile on my face.

I have always been used to my crazy Nan. She’s a character alright and I can honestly say I have never met anyone like her before. She’s far from the stereotypical Nan, sitting for hours in a comfy chair in thick woolly jumpers with a cup of weak tea and a pile of knitting on her lap. My Nan is the other end of the spectrum.

Pat is out at least four times a week partying until the early hours. She’s always down at her local pub, The Canny Man, and she likes nothing more than her traditional Wednesday night quiz with the lads. She’s a classy lady, but she doesn’t mind getting a bit dirty from time to time.

She always looks stunning in trendy colourful dresses, thick red lip-stick, expensive heels, and of course, she’s never complete without a glass of champagne – her drink of choice. “Are we partying tonight Vanessa or what? You can stay at mine after and we can have a slumber party,” she asked as she finally planted her feet on the floor.

“I’m kind of tired to be honest Nan, can I take a rain cheque?” “C’mon girl! You’re only 22! Where’s your get-up-and-go? Come out with your old Nan.” “Yeah okay, I’ll come along,” I relented. “But no flirting with the young lads tonight, Nan. And you can’t stay out late either.”

“Ay, I can’t promise that, doll,” she said, giving me a little wink. We had our workout and… well, I say workout, but Nan just danced her socks off while the rest of the group looked on in amazement. She was actually the one that got me into polercise. She said it kept her limber for what really mattered in life: having fun with the lads.

She’s always been a devil for the lads. Even granddad knew that. They were together since they were 16-years-old. They were married at 19 and this year it would have been their 50^th wedding anniversary. When she first saw him walk past her hair salon window over 50-years-ago, with a pair of scissors in her hand, she said: “I’m having him tonight girls,” and the rest was history.

Sadly Grandad died aged 59 of prostate cancer. Nan had looked after him for years, but he knew exactly what she was like and he wouldn’t have changed her for the world. They gave birth to my beautiful aunty Lawrain, 48, who is a hair dresser, and my dad Robert, 50, who’s an electrical engineer just like my granddad.

Although Pat is now seeing someone her own age, I’m not sure he knows quite what he’s got himself into. Sometimes, she’ll share a selfie on Facebook with several of my friends and strangers on a night out, with the catch line of: ‘this woman is an absolute legend’ – it’s so funny. She’s a local celebrity and people get really jealous when I tell them that’s my Nan.

Every time she’s out, even if it’s in a restaurant she will always climb on top of the table and start to dance. Everyone loves her, she’s such a popular character and has such a positive outlook on life – she an inspiration and I wouldn’t change her for world, apart from maybe calm her down a bit.

“Ooh what shall I wear tonight pet?” She said throwing all her fancy dress clobber around her bedroom. “Up to you Nan, I’m wearing this black dress and heels,” I replied, pulling it out my overnight bag, showing her. “I can’t choose between the sailor girl, the army girl or Mrs Whip Lash, what would you pick?” she asked.

“Oh just picking from three tonight are we? Hmmm, go for the army girl, that one’s your favourite.” “Right you are, army girl it is.” “Could you pass me my boots and my ammo please?” She asked. Mrs Whip Lash was what she called her leather suit, but she also has a naughty Easter bunny suite, a police uniform, a tartan outfit, a saucy Mrs Clause for Christmas and a French maid’s outfit.

Sitting down stairs having a few drinks before we left, Nan cracked open a bottle of Cava and poured two large glasses – she was looking amazing in her army outfit, with a gun strapped to her thigh and ammo bullets around her body. “Mmm tastes sweet. Just like your Nana,” she said sipping the champagne, giving me a little wink. “Nan!” I laughed and continued to drink my fizz.

It was finally time to leave and as always I braced myself for the night ahead with my fabulous and famous Nan. Flagging down the bus by sticking her leg out into the road, we hopped on it en route to Cavendish night club in the centre of Edinburgh. ‘This bus isn’t going to know what hit them,’ I thought to myself as we stepped on.

“Hello bus people!! Why is everyone so quiet? We need some music,” my Nan screamed. She wasn’t even the slightest bit drunk and she’d already started singing. “Hey big spenderrrrr,’ at the top of her voice, as she walked up and down the aisle of the bus. Everyone loved it and people were singing along and even dancing with her.

Everyone on board the bus was in fits of laugher, and I’m pretty sure it would have been the most eventful bus journey of their lives. We finally arrived and once again she stole the attention of everyone in every bar. We usually end the night with a convoy of people following us as they want to hang around with Nan Pat.

After a long, funny but tiresome night keeping an eye on my Nan, it was finally time to head off home. “Right Nan, it’s 2:30, we best be getting back now,” I suggested, feeling a bit fatigued. “Exactly, Vanessa. It’s only 2:30. The night is still young, just like us.”

And after some hard negotiation, I finally managed to drag her away from the group of lads she was chatting with, and before we knew it, we were snuggled up together eating a pizza on the sofa. “Magaluf is going to be so much fun isn’t it?” Nan said with pizza sauce all over her top.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” I replied. “Me and my two granddaughters partying it up in Spain. I can’t wait either.” Nan has been to Thailand, Magaluf, Ibiza, Dubai, and Ireland to party, and in July when she turns 70, she’s going to Mallorca for a month to celebrate her birthday in style.

“Oh, I’m popping to the old people’s home tomorrow to see some of my old pals. I’m taking in all my makeup, doing their nails, their hair, shaving their faces etc. Do you want to come?” She said. “Umm…”

“Then we can grab some lunch and go for drinks after?” Nana said, unarming herself and throwing her ammo to the ground.“Yeah OK,” I replied, looking at my Nana is absolute awe. “I’ve nothing else planned, so I might as well come shave some faces with you.”

My Nana is always putting other people before herself; she’s the most selfless person I know and would do anything for anyone who asked.

She’s an absolute nutter, but I wouldn’t change her for the world.

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