Hier is de eerste true story:

When I was nine years old, as I was walking home from school one afternoon I had the misfortune to tread in a huge pile of dig shit. Engrossed at the time with ruffeling through my collection of Topps Trading Cards, I failed to notice anything wrong at the time, and went on to walk the shit all through the hall, into the front room and out into the kitchen, leaving a trail of prints all over the house. My mum was really pissed off and scolded me harshly. But later on that evening I explained to my dad what had happened and he told me not to worry, because it was considered "very good luck" to tread in dog shit. This cheered me up a lot.
So following my father's advice, the following day I trod in every pile of dog muck I could find. By the time I got to school I was covered in the stuff. Both my shoes were cacked in shit, as were the bottoms of my trousers. I left a trail of faeces on the floor as I made my way happily into the class-at whichpoint my teacher went insane and sent me home to a battering from my mum. I obviously hadn't found any lucky excrement…

Lee Hoyland, HMP Moorland, UK