rejected Daily Telegraph story phoned in from a regional 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.