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Mucking about in Windsor Castle (it was free in those days) just before closing time. We'd been chucking water filled balloons off the battlements on to the posh Eton boys as they walked past below . Couldn't be bothered to walk the long way out down to the main gate so decided to hop over one of the battlements onto a near by tree, climb down and cut across a sort of garden area and out onto the road that way.
If only we knew the "sort of garden area" was the Queens private gardens, was littered with CCTV, listening devices etc. Next thing we know we're surrounded by armed guards all shouting at us to "lie down, don't move, armed police" etc etc. Luckily my mate actually shat himself . Cops didn't want to go near us and certainly didn't fancy taking us anywhere in one of their vehicles.
So we were escorted to the nearest gate and sent on our way with a clip round the ear.
If only we knew the "sort of garden area" was the Queens private gardens, was littered with CCTV, listening devices etc. Next thing we know we're surrounded by armed guards all shouting at us to "lie down, don't move, armed police" etc etc. Luckily my mate actually shat himself . Cops didn't want to go near us and certainly didn't fancy taking us anywhere in one of their vehicles.
So we were escorted to the nearest gate and sent on our way with a clip round the ear.
I grew up on a farm.
I rode a quad bike, and then a motocross bike, pretty much all day every day. Used to make tracks out in the fields with jumps, water splashes, the works then invite my mates round to blast on them with driver changes after a few laps.
A few went home with broken bones... for some reason my mum always dreaded the "Can [insert name] come over today?" on a Saturday morning.
I rode a quad bike, and then a motocross bike, pretty much all day every day. Used to make tracks out in the fields with jumps, water splashes, the works then invite my mates round to blast on them with driver changes after a few laps.
A few went home with broken bones... for some reason my mum always dreaded the "Can [insert name] come over today?" on a Saturday morning.
Edited by vtecyo on Wednesday 27th July 15:25
Shakermaker said:
oh yeah, burning stuff, and trying to make stuff explode, was also a fun pastime in the right place. One of my mates had a huge back garden so we'd often go down there with the obligatory Lynx cans and lighters and matches and petrol from his dad's lawnmower, anything we could get our hands on. Someone also told us how to make flour explode if you threw it up in the air at the right moment.
Lynx can bazooka with old bits of drain pipe...
Going to show my age now, was always Brut 33 for us! I remember my mates Dad owned a shotgun & we used to nick cartridges, cut the caps off then build an incinerator from breeze blocks to chuck the caps on. Lynx can bazooka with old bits of drain pipe...
His Dad lived in a static home on a caravan park, I almost burned it down one day by pouring petrol from a 5ltr can directly onto an open flame & dropping the can when it all went badly wrong
To make it worse, we poured water all over it!We also used to buy bangers & make impromptu bazookas out of anything pipe shaped, got chased for about a mile one night after doing it outside of a fairground workers caravan - not a bright idea.
How the hell are we still alive?!!
Edited by LordHaveMurci on Wednesday 27th July 15:36
Terminator X said:
We used to mess around within the fenced off area of electrical sub-stations eg standing on them etc. Yes f
king dangerous looking back on it!
TX.
They used to be completely fenced off with proper fence panels so you couldn't actually see in, now they are fenced off like the above using metal fencing, I guess so if someone gets in then they can be noticed.king dangerous looking back on it!TX.
Just remembered a friend of ours in later years regaled us with tales of taking the bus into Brighton (he lived on the outskirts) and releasing a pigeon from his coat. Into a crowded bus. He always got out in the commotion and never got pulled for it.
Fires seem to be regular theme on the thread - my Dad and his brother once torched a hay rick in their younger days. My brothers used to attach a length of tubing (from the school science lab) to our bayonet gas fitting (all our estate had them) and fill a washing up bowl with really soapy water, then inflate the bubbles with gas, blow them into the air and 'Hindenburg' them with a match. Better done outside we soon discovered...
Fires seem to be regular theme on the thread - my Dad and his brother once torched a hay rick in their younger days. My brothers used to attach a length of tubing (from the school science lab) to our bayonet gas fitting (all our estate had them) and fill a washing up bowl with really soapy water, then inflate the bubbles with gas, blow them into the air and 'Hindenburg' them with a match. Better done outside we soon discovered...
We used to play in a seldom used brickworks as under 7 yr olds, climbing up conveyor belts hundreds of feet in the air (or so it seemed), crawling through rooms filled waist deep in grey brick dust (how my lungs still work is beyond me).
Terrifying if you think about what could have gone wrong.
Terrifying if you think about what could have gone wrong.
Back in the late 50's/early 60's when it reaally snowed, shifted a chaps bubble car down the road and put a humungus snowball in its place, then put another couple along the kerb. Watched this guy come out to what he thought was his car only to dig all the way through to find it missing, then tried the other 'dummies' we had planted.
Lived in a small side street and threading all the knockers in the up position with 1lb breaking strain fishing line, then waited until someone, car normally came along and broke the line, thus causing 30 knockers to go at the same time.everybody rushing out to catch the kids playing knock down ginger, only we wasnt there,bu hiding at the corner watching complete chaos.
Finding out that a certain combination of a garden substance and kitchen substance created an explosive mixture or burned with a lot of smoke. Packed tight in a Swan Vesta matchbox and popped down the nearest drain, which was covered with a piece of cardboard, and then seeing this thick white smoke coming out of adjacent drainholes, gave us many happy hours. With the same mixture packing it tight with a piece of wadding and a large nut in a bit of gaspipe,and putting a jetex fuse in, made a very nice cannon that used to put holes in the side of cars ( only the one time) Putting pennies on the railway line at Picketts Lock, and using one of the brakevans as a hut until one day it moved,and one lad jumped out onto what he thought was a slab of concrete only to find it was a 4ft deep hole of pigst.
Tying some fishing line around a purse, and leaving it on the floor and pulling it away as someone went to pick it up/ Nailing half a crown between the gap in the pavement slabs and watching people try and pick it up,the amount of broken fingers nails had to be seen to be believed!
Watching Chas Hodges ( he of Chas and Dave) having the bottom bracket of his bike break coming down Stamford hill The back half trying to overtake the front.
Stamping on the rubber pads that used to control the lights at the corner of Town Road and Hertford Road. If we go it right used to cause traffic jams for a mile!!!
dropping pennies down he chimneys of the locos as they psssed under the footbridge a Winchester road and catching them, if we were lucky, as the came out the other side. Scrumping, seeing how far we could get along peoples back gardens, collecting,fruit, vegetables along the way for bonus points! Climbing on the old lorries and cars in the scrapyards in Angel Road. fishing in the River Lea, yep great times and the only drug was the thrill of it all
, and we all had scout knives that were used for the coreect purpose, whittling wood etc and we were not stoppe or carrying them.
Lived in a small side street and threading all the knockers in the up position with 1lb breaking strain fishing line, then waited until someone, car normally came along and broke the line, thus causing 30 knockers to go at the same time.everybody rushing out to catch the kids playing knock down ginger, only we wasnt there,bu hiding at the corner watching complete chaos.
Finding out that a certain combination of a garden substance and kitchen substance created an explosive mixture or burned with a lot of smoke. Packed tight in a Swan Vesta matchbox and popped down the nearest drain, which was covered with a piece of cardboard, and then seeing this thick white smoke coming out of adjacent drainholes, gave us many happy hours. With the same mixture packing it tight with a piece of wadding and a large nut in a bit of gaspipe,and putting a jetex fuse in, made a very nice cannon that used to put holes in the side of cars ( only the one time) Putting pennies on the railway line at Picketts Lock, and using one of the brakevans as a hut until one day it moved,and one lad jumped out onto what he thought was a slab of concrete only to find it was a 4ft deep hole of pigs
t. Tying some fishing line around a purse, and leaving it on the floor and pulling it away as someone went to pick it up/ Nailing half a crown between the gap in the pavement slabs and watching people try and pick it up,the amount of broken fingers nails had to be seen to be believed!
Watching Chas Hodges ( he of Chas and Dave) having the bottom bracket of his bike break coming down Stamford hill The back half trying to overtake the front.
Stamping on the rubber pads that used to control the lights at the corner of Town Road and Hertford Road. If we go it right used to cause traffic jams for a mile!!!
dropping pennies down he chimneys of the locos as they psssed under the footbridge a Winchester road and catching them, if we were lucky, as the came out the other side. Scrumping, seeing how far we could get along peoples back gardens, collecting,fruit, vegetables along the way for bonus points! Climbing on the old lorries and cars in the scrapyards in Angel Road. fishing in the River Lea, yep great times and the only drug was the thrill of it all
, and we all had scout knives that were used for the coreect purpose, whittling wood etc and we were not stoppe or carrying them.
Playing runouts (capture the flag type thing) with mini rockets.
Shooting each other with gat guns, and seeing how close we would dare gat to the shooter. The little darts they fired were extra fun.
Jumping from the top of underpasses or walking across the barriers.
Climbing trees, hedge hopping, knock down ginger, playing on building sites, playing in farm buildings, sneaking a tiger into the lion enclosure, thus inventing the liger, getting into bother with kids from other schools.
I might have misremembered one of those, possibly the underpass thing.
Shooting each other with gat guns, and seeing how close we would dare gat to the shooter. The little darts they fired were extra fun.
Jumping from the top of underpasses or walking across the barriers.
Climbing trees, hedge hopping, knock down ginger, playing on building sites, playing in farm buildings, sneaking a tiger into the lion enclosure, thus inventing the liger, getting into bother with kids from other schools.
I might have misremembered one of those, possibly the underpass thing.
Mmmmm. things that would probably get me arrested these days:
Going around and setting off French bangers, HUGE explosions reverberating around the streets. Would attract armed response now I expect
Shooting, well, almost everything inanimate (i.e. no animals) including all kinds of cans containing goodness knows what. My friend's father was a pharmacy rep and used to leave them lying around. You would put them on a fire, stand quite a way back and then shoot with the airgun. The wall of flame was impressive
Pick locks. I got very adept at making lock picks and being able to open most things, even the 'coke' machines with the rotary locks
Going around and setting off French bangers, HUGE explosions reverberating around the streets. Would attract armed response now I expect
Shooting, well, almost everything inanimate (i.e. no animals) including all kinds of cans containing goodness knows what. My friend's father was a pharmacy rep and used to leave them lying around. You would put them on a fire, stand quite a way back and then shoot with the airgun. The wall of flame was impressive
Pick locks. I got very adept at making lock picks and being able to open most things, even the 'coke' machines with the rotary locks
Playing knock down ginger. Round our way all the houses had a front porch. You could climb up onto it lean over and ring the bell. So much more fun than having to run away and you could do the same house three times on the trot before it got too risky.
Well it was until one big bloke sussed where we were so we had to run across the garage roof jump down into the back garden and leg it over fences. All was going well till we came across the big dog and were stuck on a shed roof. Luckily the owner knew my dad so rather than a beating marched us home by the scruffs where I was banished to my room for a week.
Well it was until one big bloke sussed where we were so we had to run across the garage roof jump down into the back garden and leg it over fences. All was going well till we came across the big dog and were stuck on a shed roof. Luckily the owner knew my dad so rather than a beating marched us home by the scruffs where I was banished to my room for a week.
Schoolmate of mine lived in a pub. One night he phoned the police to say there was some trouble in the bar - plod arrived on his Velocette noddy-bike and entered the pub. Whilst he was being regaled by the topers, my mate and his pals painted the Velocette pink. The whole thing, tyres and all, bright pink. Needless to say, I stood and watched - I didn't sh*t myself, but I was a wuss as a kid.
I like all the stories about playing in the fields and old factories - it takes me back. Different generation. No Playstations those days, just going outside in all weathers to have some fun. Our parents trusted us, we knew the boundaries (clearly some of us didn't) and there was hardly any obesity. We were too busy expending energy.
I like all the stories about playing in the fields and old factories - it takes me back. Different generation. No Playstations those days, just going outside in all weathers to have some fun. Our parents trusted us, we knew the boundaries (clearly some of us didn't) and there was hardly any obesity. We were too busy expending energy.
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