Hard sell

It was the summer holidays and us local kids decided to run a jumble sale for some charity or other. We sold almost nothing on the first day and my mum, being a bit of a natural PR guru contacted the local paper with a sob story. So we appeared in the paper with our tale of desperation and the need to raise £5.
I think we did it. We might have made a bit more if I hadn't nicked that green paisley cravat for myself. I'm the blond lad on the right standing next to my best friend, Michael Baxter. Where are you now Mr Baxter?