Variation on the pipe bomb, great for firing ball bearings etc just ram the weedkiller and suger mixture in the end, bit of wadding and projectile. Finished when a half inch ball bring went though a very large door in my mates dads garage with me goin the other was through the small door in the main garage door, all of me made it except the right shin which left three sq inches of skin on it. still got the scar
Had a swing near a railway line and the best way to describe the topography is Embankment top of which is level with branch onto which the old towing rope from nearby canal was tied. distance about 25ft high. beneath this was a VERY dirty stream known locally as the black dye. 2in of flowing water and about three ft of silt, the tree was the other side of this waterway and the rope was hung directly above it. The other side of the trees was a railway line, which you could get over with enough oomph, although not many people did. if you didn't do the 'parachue jump on the first or second swing back the only was down was to drop in the stream. One day on of the erks from a nearby estate appeared and chucked everyone off to have a go. took an enormous run and dissappeared through the trees,an empty coal train was passing at the time, the rope came back....he didnt
After th train had gone we all went onto the track to find the body... nothing found. That afternoon a very dirty and dishevelled oik returned, he had lost grip and fell into an empty wagon. First stop Temple Mills yard.
Just down the track from here there was a very long siding in which they put dead wagons with a guards van, which we used as a 'club hut' whilst train spotting. One day the guard caught us and gave chase. the lead lad saw a small concrete patch to jump onto from the embankment. only it wasnt concrete, it was a pit of pig s
t. up to his waist, the guard just laughed
At school, Mr Harding was an eccentric Chemistry teacher and showed us the 'volcano' trick one day. Unbeknown to him, a lad had put starter pistol caps in it. When he set fire to it we all ducked, he just mocked us calling us scared, then the caps started...
The school toilets wwere outside and the 'sit downs' were known as the green line due to the paint scheme. They were also used as the 'smoking room' during break and whilst the staff knew about this, raids were not that often. The kid who had the starter pistol caps had also got hold of carbide tablets and we had experimented with these. So one day he emptied a good amount into one of the bogs,which was the day of a raid, and said bog was being used but not for its correct use. When the lookout alerted the smokers, all fags were deposited in the pan and flushed, except this one. great explosion and ruined trousers
Bought one of the Colourtune kits that you could screw into the spark plug hole and watch the flame as you adjust the mixture. Its amazing just how far one of these can go and the speed it attains from a 'standing start' when it isnt screwed in correctly
Had a Daimler Conquest that had an adjustable steering wheel which slid up and down. Showing this to a friend one day i pulled a little to hard and the wheel parted company with the column. No problem if stationary, but i was moving along Hornsey High Street at the time. found out three things, One, you cannot line up a steering wheel back on its splines when moving, Two, you have not got enough leverage to steer using your hands on the spline of the column. Three dont do it when going round a slight bend.
How the car managed to get on the other side of the road and into the only gap between parked cars i do not know.
I can still see the look on the bus drivers face as i sedately went across his bows, nor my mates screams as we performed the unintentional manoeuvre.
falling out of trees scrumping, toboganning down railway embankments on corrogated iron
Heading down a hill on a 'jigger cart' (pram wheels, length of scaffolding board chassis, and orange box body, steering by string attached to front axle) towards a T junction. No brakes!!!!
How did we all survive? But we are still here to tell the tales