Naughtiest things you did as a child
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Blimey, I was never that sort of boy really, despite growing up in the sticks. Always preferred the quieter life. My 8 year old son is more boisterous than I was at his age and he's hardly boisterous compared to some of his peers.
The only problem being that it all must have come out of me as soon as I could drink. All the bent lamp posts in the German town my hometown was twinned with were testament to that I guess when I was over there aged 17. We had to go and apologise to the Mayor the next morning. Thankfully, bearing in mind I subsequently got a D at A-Level, our German exchange partners did all the talking.
All was fine until a younger kid who'd been sick in his exchange partner's parents' car got wound up by the Geography teacher on his return. To get out of it he pointed out that one of the other teacher's kids - me - had done much worse.
The only problem being that it all must have come out of me as soon as I could drink. All the bent lamp posts in the German town my hometown was twinned with were testament to that I guess when I was over there aged 17. We had to go and apologise to the Mayor the next morning. Thankfully, bearing in mind I subsequently got a D at A-Level, our German exchange partners did all the talking.
All was fine until a younger kid who'd been sick in his exchange partner's parents' car got wound up by the Geography teacher on his return. To get out of it he pointed out that one of the other teacher's kids - me - had done much worse.
Oh - another one I forgot.
When I was off doing my degree and it was Christmas season, I and some of my mates decided it would be fun to climb the town (where I was studying) Christmas tree after a few halves of ale.
So there's about five of use trying to race to the top of this tree - I remember the lights coming off and stuff - and next thing the whole thing just keels over with the weight of us, all the lights are broken - this is in the middle of the town square next to the taxi rank and all the taxi drivers aren't impressed. Anyway we legged it, as you do.
That made the local paper - vandals wreck Christmas.
I assume there's a statute of limitation on this. It was 28 or so years ago.
When I was off doing my degree and it was Christmas season, I and some of my mates decided it would be fun to climb the town (where I was studying) Christmas tree after a few halves of ale.
So there's about five of use trying to race to the top of this tree - I remember the lights coming off and stuff - and next thing the whole thing just keels over with the weight of us, all the lights are broken - this is in the middle of the town square next to the taxi rank and all the taxi drivers aren't impressed. Anyway we legged it, as you do.
That made the local paper - vandals wreck Christmas.
I assume there's a statute of limitation on this. It was 28 or so years ago.
techiedave said:
Hi Ya
The video they showed you. Was that the one where at the end the Policeman hands the mother the pair of football boots ? This one ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxXDw3WOGQs
Railway Robbie
All that video achieved at our school was that anybody who was sThe video they showed you. Was that the one where at the end the Policeman hands the mother the pair of football boots ? This one ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxXDw3WOGQs
Railway Robbie
t at sports was called 'robbie'.Virtually every day was some stupid adventure when we were kids, you just got chucked out and told to play until dark, so did the usual make a den in the railway embankment, blew up anything you could get your hands on with fireworks etc.
One of the smarter nughty things I did was in the house, my dad used to send us to bed pretty early so I used to like to read in bed with a torch. He used to sneak up the stairs and catch me reading, then depending on what mood he was in an appropriate punishment would be given.
So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
I told him about it many years after leaving home, they were still there under the carpet, he was gobsmacked.
One of the smarter nughty things I did was in the house, my dad used to send us to bed pretty early so I used to like to read in bed with a torch. He used to sneak up the stairs and catch me reading, then depending on what mood he was in an appropriate punishment would be given.
So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
I told him about it many years after leaving home, they were still there under the carpet, he was gobsmacked.
Grew up in the 70's so entertainment apart from multi-coloured swap shop on a Saturday morning was all self created.
We used to get up to all sorts. Scrumping fruit & veg in the warmer months a common one.
Outright hooliganism came in all forms.
We would nick the milk off the doorsteps of some houses. Our milkman used to have his Fro off so would deliver Fri milk on Thurs eve - in the darker months we'd be robbing it & smashing the bottles. Little b@stards.
During summer breaks we'd cycle with 5 or 6 lads getting seaters to the local swimming baths approx 7 miles away. We'd have borrowed a mates Dads set of bolt cutters & we'd nick 5 or 6 BMX's, ride them back to out patch, strip them, grease them up, bag them & throw the parts in a lake that was part of the local golf course. Wait a month, retrieve the frames & wheels (the usual identifiers of a bike in the late 70's) & put them back together again (with a few personal touches to alter appearance) & sell them on. Made a few quid doing that.
At a younger age - mid 70's this, we'd wander up to the catholic church on an Sat morning as they were having some sort of service. The church was modern with a glass lobby that was half timbered to waist height. We'd wait until after the collection had gone round by peeking in the small vision panels in the main doors, wait until one of the helpers had put the colllection plate in the lobby to pick up any donations the congregation wanted to add to the plate on their way out. One of us would sneak in low down, nick the plate & we'd be off. Only did it a couple of times but we ended up with nearly £30 between 4 of us once. We blew it all on sweets, airfix models & soldiers at the local newagents probably before they'd finished the church service.
Did the usual fires thing inc lobbing one of those big oil tins that the likes of Duckhams used to use, onto a fire. It had been used to store petrol for the lawn mower ot something. Some tw@t left the cap on, few mins later BANG & the bottom of it nearly took a lads legs off as it whistled past & buried itself into the grass embankment, we legged it, fire spread & brigade turned up.
At high school one of the lads found his dads stash of grot mags in the garden shed. Told us, we broke in to the back of the shed by taking the panel off, snuck in, emptied a couple of carrier bags worth of knave, razzle, penthouse etc & after w@nking ourselves transparent for a week or so we struck upon the great idea of selling them to the 1st & 2nd years below us. Made a bit on that wee scam too.
We used to get up to all sorts. Scrumping fruit & veg in the warmer months a common one.
Outright hooliganism came in all forms.
We would nick the milk off the doorsteps of some houses. Our milkman used to have his Fro off so would deliver Fri milk on Thurs eve - in the darker months we'd be robbing it & smashing the bottles. Little b@stards.
During summer breaks we'd cycle with 5 or 6 lads getting seaters to the local swimming baths approx 7 miles away. We'd have borrowed a mates Dads set of bolt cutters & we'd nick 5 or 6 BMX's, ride them back to out patch, strip them, grease them up, bag them & throw the parts in a lake that was part of the local golf course. Wait a month, retrieve the frames & wheels (the usual identifiers of a bike in the late 70's) & put them back together again (with a few personal touches to alter appearance) & sell them on. Made a few quid doing that.
At a younger age - mid 70's this, we'd wander up to the catholic church on an Sat morning as they were having some sort of service. The church was modern with a glass lobby that was half timbered to waist height. We'd wait until after the collection had gone round by peeking in the small vision panels in the main doors, wait until one of the helpers had put the colllection plate in the lobby to pick up any donations the congregation wanted to add to the plate on their way out. One of us would sneak in low down, nick the plate & we'd be off. Only did it a couple of times but we ended up with nearly £30 between 4 of us once. We blew it all on sweets, airfix models & soldiers at the local newagents probably before they'd finished the church service.
Did the usual fires thing inc lobbing one of those big oil tins that the likes of Duckhams used to use, onto a fire. It had been used to store petrol for the lawn mower ot something. Some tw@t left the cap on, few mins later BANG & the bottom of it nearly took a lads legs off as it whistled past & buried itself into the grass embankment, we legged it, fire spread & brigade turned up.
At high school one of the lads found his dads stash of grot mags in the garden shed. Told us, we broke in to the back of the shed by taking the panel off, snuck in, emptied a couple of carrier bags worth of knave, razzle, penthouse etc & after w@nking ourselves transparent for a week or so we struck upon the great idea of selling them to the 1st & 2nd years below us. Made a bit on that wee scam too.
jsf said:
One of the smarter nughty things I did was in the house, my dad used to send us to bed pretty early so I used to like to read in bed with a torch. He used to sneak up the stairs and catch me reading, then depending on what mood he was in an appropriate punishment would be given.
So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
Are you my long lost brother? I did that exact thing!So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
Dog Star said:
jsf said:
One of the smarter nughty things I did was in the house, my dad used to send us to bed pretty early so I used to like to read in bed with a torch. He used to sneak up the stairs and catch me reading, then depending on what mood he was in an appropriate punishment would be given.
So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
Are you my long lost brother? I did that exact thing!So I built myself some pressure pads out of tin foil and cellophane and put them under the carpet on the stairs, then wired them up to a 9v battery and bulb over my bed (I was in a bunk). Whenever my dad sneaked up the stairs the light would flash, so I pretended to be asleep. He never sussed it out.
Forgot one from my later teen years possibly early 20's.
Out in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
Out in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
A couple spring to mind
Seeing how many laps we could get in on our motorbikes, round the grounds of the local mental hospital before the police showed up to chase us. 3 was around average.
Home made explosives, using household chemicals. Nasty stuff, cost me my eyebrows in the intial experiments and culminated in blowing a large, old tree clean out of the ground. We were way too close and the shrapnel proved more than capable of piercing the metal of the mini bonnet we were using as a shield.
Does accidentally petrol bombing a Police car count?
Seeing how many laps we could get in on our motorbikes, round the grounds of the local mental hospital before the police showed up to chase us. 3 was around average.
Home made explosives, using household chemicals. Nasty stuff, cost me my eyebrows in the intial experiments and culminated in blowing a large, old tree clean out of the ground. We were way too close and the shrapnel proved more than capable of piercing the metal of the mini bonnet we were using as a shield.
Does accidentally petrol bombing a Police car count?
P-Jay said:
Killed a tramp in an abandoned house by spraying him a bottle of meths and setting him alight. He didn't even wake up.
Guess the Police thought he’d be drinking it and it was accidental.
I was only 11.
How many fire appliances? You need about three in attendance to cut it on this thread.Guess the Police thought he’d be drinking it and it was accidental.
I was only 11.
Making pipe-bombs to blow up snotter cars we had bought after rallying them in the old quarry. Almost ended badly as a piece of galvanized pipe flew very close to my ear on detonation.
Joyriding the earth moving equipment when they were building Asfordby Superpit just outside of my old hometown. Not being able to turn them off and leaving them trundling towards the new buildings as we ran like the wind in the opposite direction.
These are both things carried out by acquaintances of mine which would no doubt result in charges being brought had the perpetrator been caught.
Joyriding the earth moving equipment when they were building Asfordby Superpit just outside of my old hometown. Not being able to turn them off and leaving them trundling towards the new buildings as we ran like the wind in the opposite direction.
These are both things carried out by acquaintances of mine which would no doubt result in charges being brought had the perpetrator been caught.
Not quite naughty, but growing up in Germany as a brit-brat, our Scout troop was run by the resident Paras.
We rocked up to to our annual jamboree in an Armoured Personnel Carrier, and whilst most scouts will fire air rifles or pistols, we using the M2 .50 machine guns on military ranges. The following year after I left, the scout troop were ferried in by a Puma helicopter. We were not the typical scout troop.
On said Jamboree though, we were in a dense forest somewhere north of Hannover and the clearing that was home to 1000 or so Scouts that weekend had plenty of fencing around it to keep out the resident herds of wild boar. Being the non-conformists Scouts that we were, our troop leader for the weekend decided it would be a good idea to hunt one of these, kill it, and have it for breakfast.... and being 13 years old, we believed him, and also thought it was a good idea.
Well after lights-out, 4 of us and our time-served Para crept out to the edge of the clearing, and found one of the access points into the woods and spent a good hour looking for "breakfast", before hearing screams and general commotion coming from the campsite.
Somebody hadn't closed the gate properly after we left, and boars being the creatures they are soon found it and went sniffing for food near the mess tents, and then into the sleeping tents. Which is when the screaming started.
I don't think any of us had realised just how big and nasty these boar were. Seeing them charge around the site whilst the leaders tried to corral them out of the main gate, we realised that our small knives lashed to a stick and fashioned into spears probably wasn't going to "bring home the bacon"
As a troop of Danish scouts were supposed to have checked the gates and fences prior to lights out, we were quite happy to let them take the blame.
We rocked up to to our annual jamboree in an Armoured Personnel Carrier, and whilst most scouts will fire air rifles or pistols, we using the M2 .50 machine guns on military ranges. The following year after I left, the scout troop were ferried in by a Puma helicopter. We were not the typical scout troop.
On said Jamboree though, we were in a dense forest somewhere north of Hannover and the clearing that was home to 1000 or so Scouts that weekend had plenty of fencing around it to keep out the resident herds of wild boar. Being the non-conformists Scouts that we were, our troop leader for the weekend decided it would be a good idea to hunt one of these, kill it, and have it for breakfast.... and being 13 years old, we believed him, and also thought it was a good idea.
Well after lights-out, 4 of us and our time-served Para crept out to the edge of the clearing, and found one of the access points into the woods and spent a good hour looking for "breakfast", before hearing screams and general commotion coming from the campsite.
Somebody hadn't closed the gate properly after we left, and boars being the creatures they are soon found it and went sniffing for food near the mess tents, and then into the sleeping tents. Which is when the screaming started.
I don't think any of us had realised just how big and nasty these boar were. Seeing them charge around the site whilst the leaders tried to corral them out of the main gate, we realised that our small knives lashed to a stick and fashioned into spears probably wasn't going to "bring home the bacon"
As a troop of Danish scouts were supposed to have checked the gates and fences prior to lights out, we were quite happy to let them take the blame.
SlimRick said:
Almost ended badly as a piece of galvanized pipe flew very close to my ear on detonation.
That's usually the point where it seems a good idea to stop. Bonus points when you find the bit stuck into a tree, and when you find a nice hole through the range bylaw sign.A colleague did a vaguely similar thing as a kid and had some decent scars to show off from it, lucky to still have all fingers/limbs attached. One of their mates died, though not quickly.
At school someone turned up with a load of hardware having 'borrowed' it from an insecure armoury. Ammunition and anti tank stuff is my vague memory.
SteellFJ said:
Forgot one from my later teen years possibly early 20's.
Out in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
This were both regular occurrences at the seafront fountain in Sunderland ... many times I've been passed and roads have been closed due to foam! The council eventually got sick and filled it in after about 15yrs of hassle lolOut in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
TheLuke said:
Not something I have done but last Saturday my cousin (who is 10) rode down to see me on his bike, rested it while he opened the gate then came in the garden. Only he rested it against my 200SX leaving a huge scratch and mark.
I was/am fuming.
It's worthless now, I'll give you £500 for it.I was/am fuming.
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