Naughtiest things you did as a child
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How may years have to elapse before you can be done for...
Sparking a major incident at Windsor Castle?
Shooting someone (by accident!!!)? (not with an air weapon)
Being rescued by a RN frigate whilst in fancy dress?
Having the bomb disposal team warn your about your activities?
I got it out of my system by me early teens.
Sparking a major incident at Windsor Castle?
Shooting someone (by accident!!!)? (not with an air weapon)
Being rescued by a RN frigate whilst in fancy dress?
Having the bomb disposal team warn your about your activities?
I got it out of my system by me early teens.
alorotom said:
I've not included any of the racier stuff when our mixed DoE expeditions took place. A group of 5 males and 5 females all 14/15, camping out together while our expedition leaders were holed up in the YHA ... good times tent hopping
Ah yes, that reminds me of Ten Tors training expeditions when we teamed up with the local girls independent. Good times.Way back when Holme Pierrepont Watersports complex was Hoveringham gravel pits, myself and a group of friends happened upon a rather nice rowing boat, which we promptly stole.
Because I lived closest to the scene of the crime, we carried the boat back to our house, where my Mum threw a bit of a hissy-fit, not totally buying the story that we'd 'found' it.
On closer inspection the name and telephone contact details of the surveying company, who were the rightful owners were on a sticker attached to the transom.
My mother called the number and the following day a cheerful fellow arrived in a Landy with a trailer to pick it up. He explained that they were doing a water survey for the planned "mile of water" complex and was really grateful that we'd found his boat - so much so that he gave me a cash reward for facilitating it's recovery.
...and they say crime doesn't pay.
Because I lived closest to the scene of the crime, we carried the boat back to our house, where my Mum threw a bit of a hissy-fit, not totally buying the story that we'd 'found' it.
On closer inspection the name and telephone contact details of the surveying company, who were the rightful owners were on a sticker attached to the transom.
My mother called the number and the following day a cheerful fellow arrived in a Landy with a trailer to pick it up. He explained that they were doing a water survey for the planned "mile of water" complex and was really grateful that we'd found his boat - so much so that he gave me a cash reward for facilitating it's recovery.
...and they say crime doesn't pay.
Got sent into the cloakroom for a 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' episode with a girl as a school kid of about 8 years old. Wendy, for it was she, was sent to the same cloakroom. For reasons I cannot explain we didn't continue the viewings whilst alone in said cloakroom.
My six year old son (a while ago now) pressed the stupidly low mounted emergency stop button on the escalator in Woolworth's which sent a load of shoppers into synchronised falling over. He used to do a good imitation of angelic innocence...
My six year old son (a while ago now) pressed the stupidly low mounted emergency stop button on the escalator in Woolworth's which sent a load of shoppers into synchronised falling over. He used to do a good imitation of angelic innocence...
When about 13 year old, we put a hedgehog through a catflap of some poor buggers front door. Also we used to fill a shoebox with dog turds and wrap the box in "happy birthday" wrapping paper and leave it in a carrier bag at the bus stop. We would hide in the bushes and laugh at some bugger taking a box full of dog eggs home.
Not me (good as gold! 
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But does remind me of my uncle. Apparently, when he was a young lad he was very into science and playing with chemicals. My grandad worked at ICI at the time. Somehow he'd gotten his mitts on some chemicals and had gone up to the attic to play mad scientist.
Burnt the house down. He and my mum kept schtum about it.
Grand parents never found out, not even on their death bed!
I think he'd also done something with their mini. Told not to drive it, but did and crashed it over a roundabout.
)But does remind me of my uncle. Apparently, when he was a young lad he was very into science and playing with chemicals. My grandad worked at ICI at the time. Somehow he'd gotten his mitts on some chemicals and had gone up to the attic to play mad scientist.
Burnt the house down. He and my mum kept schtum about it.
Grand parents never found out, not even on their death bed!
I think he'd also done something with their mini. Told not to drive it, but did and crashed it over a roundabout.
jeebus said:
When about 13 year old, we put a hedgehog through a catflap of some poor buggers front door. Also we used to fill a shoebox with dog turds and wrap the box in "happy birthday" wrapping paper and leave it in a carrier bag at the bus stop. We would hide in the bushes and laugh at some bugger taking a box full of dog eggs home.
The Hedgehog one really cracked me up, I can imagine the poor gits chasing a hedgehog round the house 
Really enjoying this thread. Amazing how similar some of my nautiness was to other folk I thought it was only me. Some of my printable highlights also include nicking stuff from the chemistry labs at school. I set some magnesium ribbon on fire on my bedroom window cill at home and burnt a massive hole in it that was still there we sold the house on the death of my parents some 40 odd years later. Lots of experiments making explosives out of Sodium Nitrate/chlorite or whatever it was, some good, some bad and some very bad!!!! All this without the internet of course.
Lots of riding motorbikes underage, no license etc etc.
Once when very small I was twirling a conker round on a string as hard as I could, string goes light conker disappears followed a moment later by a crash of breaking glass. I can still feel the cold sweat of dread as I looked at our house windows, all OK
to this day I don't know where the glass was broken, I was panicking about it for days!
Happy days.
Lots of riding motorbikes underage, no license etc etc.
Once when very small I was twirling a conker round on a string as hard as I could, string goes light conker disappears followed a moment later by a crash of breaking glass. I can still feel the cold sweat of dread as I looked at our house windows, all OK
to this day I don't know where the glass was broken, I was panicking about it for days!Happy days.
NordicCrankShaft said:
Somehow managed to open the top of the fridge and get to the bottle of calpol Chugged what was left, my mum found the empty bottle, I blamed my 1 year younger than me brother and we both ended up in the local hospital having our stomachs pumped, must have been about 6/7 
I got hold of a bottle of Milk of Magnesia - did the whole bottle. Think I was 5. Apparently had a very deleterious effect on my bowels! Poor parents.
My cousin found methylated spirit in a pop bottle under the sink - this was the '70s - and drank the lot. That was an ambulance job...Always wondered why he drank the lot - can't taste very nice.
I had a good swig of surgical spirit once, didn't really taste anything for days!
As pre teen little turds we used to roam the streets of our local villages at night, waiting for drunks to leave the pub and get in their cars. Armed with fishing catapults and "ketchup bombs" (sheet of good kitchen roll, loads of ketchup, gathered together and tied off with fishing line, launched at the windscreen, would explode on contact. Probably scared a few people with that and got a fair few chases through the village!
As pre teen little turds we used to roam the streets of our local villages at night, waiting for drunks to leave the pub and get in their cars. Armed with fishing catapults and "ketchup bombs" (sheet of good kitchen roll, loads of ketchup, gathered together and tied off with fishing line, launched at the windscreen, would explode on contact. Probably scared a few people with that and got a fair few chases through the village!
motco said:
jdw100 said:
My cousin found methylated spirit in a pop bottle under the sink - this was the '70s - and drank the lot. That was an ambulance job...Always wondered why he drank the lot - can't taste very nice.
I can let you know first hand, a sip is enough! It's firkin' 'orrible!jdw100 said:
motco said:
jdw100 said:
My cousin found methylated spirit in a pop bottle under the sink - this was the '70s - and drank the lot. That was an ambulance job...Always wondered why he drank the lot - can't taste very nice.
I can let you know first hand, a sip is enough! It's firkin' 'orrible!
My younger brother and I stole a medicine ball from a station gym and rolled it all the way home. My dad had to get the car out to take it back. I'm sure it's entirely coincidental that RAF Upavon's gym burned down later that evening.
A few years later I was experimenting with aluminium foil, put some over a power socket and plugged the kettle in. It blew the cooker switch/socket box off the wall and blacked out the entire married quarters of Swanton Morley, during Coronation Street.
A few years later I was experimenting with aluminium foil, put some over a power socket and plugged the kettle in. It blew the cooker switch/socket box off the wall and blacked out the entire married quarters of Swanton Morley, during Coronation Street.
Some great stories of naughtiness, some hilarious, some downright scary !
We used to mess about in a barn at the local farm and one Winter's night decided to make a dummy using the cowman's working clothes which he left there.We stuffed the trousers and brown coat with straw, put his wellie boots on the legs and made a head out of a sack onto which we pinned his cap.
In the dark this looked very realistic.
Opposite the barn, which overlooked a T junction of two lanes there was a postbox and knowing the postie was due to come and empty it, we took said dummy and propped it up against the box in a seating position with head drooping on chest. Along comes postie in his van, he gets out, then stops in his tracks when he sees the figure sitting against the box. " You all right mate " he says and getting no answer he took a step nearer which was the cue for the dummy to topple sideways.
The Postie then ran into the farmyard and a few minutes later came out with Farmer Hedges ( yes that really was his name ) They both stood staring at the dummy and it was obvious they were waiting for something, and that something turned out to be the police, but by the time they arrived a few cars had stopped and there was quite a little crowd standing around looking at the dummy.
We could see and hear all that was going on from an upstairs window.
A police car then arrives, and the very self important local bobby gets out and says " Ok everybody he's probably just drunk " He then went up to the dummy and gave it a gentle kick which obviously provoked no reaction so he bent down and gave it a shake which was when the penny dropped.
He straightened up and shouted " It's a f
king dummy " and gave it an almighty kick which made it fall apart. The small crowd were in hysterics by this time which did not please local bobby as he probably thought he was going to arrest a drunk.
Up in the barn we were pissing ourselves at the scene below.
We used to mess about in a barn at the local farm and one Winter's night decided to make a dummy using the cowman's working clothes which he left there.We stuffed the trousers and brown coat with straw, put his wellie boots on the legs and made a head out of a sack onto which we pinned his cap.
In the dark this looked very realistic.
Opposite the barn, which overlooked a T junction of two lanes there was a postbox and knowing the postie was due to come and empty it, we took said dummy and propped it up against the box in a seating position with head drooping on chest. Along comes postie in his van, he gets out, then stops in his tracks when he sees the figure sitting against the box. " You all right mate " he says and getting no answer he took a step nearer which was the cue for the dummy to topple sideways.
The Postie then ran into the farmyard and a few minutes later came out with Farmer Hedges ( yes that really was his name ) They both stood staring at the dummy and it was obvious they were waiting for something, and that something turned out to be the police, but by the time they arrived a few cars had stopped and there was quite a little crowd standing around looking at the dummy.
We could see and hear all that was going on from an upstairs window.
A police car then arrives, and the very self important local bobby gets out and says " Ok everybody he's probably just drunk " He then went up to the dummy and gave it a gentle kick which obviously provoked no reaction so he bent down and gave it a shake which was when the penny dropped.
He straightened up and shouted " It's a f
king dummy " and gave it an almighty kick which made it fall apart. The small crowd were in hysterics by this time which did not please local bobby as he probably thought he was going to arrest a drunk.Up in the barn we were pissing ourselves at the scene below.
Nothing too drastic , a narrow road full of terraced houses that we linked all the door knockers together with 5lbs fishing line and then send a mate down the road going full pelt on his push bike .
Putting a rubber jonnie on the exhaust of various vehicles , the best was an old girls putt putt moped , that ended up over three foot long down the main road of the village .
Gobbing on sports cars from a bridge over the A1 .
Swapping garden gates round on mischief night
Putting a rubber jonnie on the exhaust of various vehicles , the best was an old girls putt putt moped , that ended up over three foot long down the main road of the village .
Gobbing on sports cars from a bridge over the A1 .
Swapping garden gates round on mischief night
I stuck a big stick through the front wheel of my sister's bike whilst she was riding it around the garden - my dad then hit me with the same stick to teach me a lesson.
also destroyed some craft project my mum was working on that she'd spent several hours making as a christening gift for one of my cousins, I took the scissors all over it and she had to start again.
As I went to a very small primary school, there were only 3 other boys in my year group that I was friends with, and it is obvious now how a couple of them were just complete sts (both of them have done time in prison) but it was easy to be led astray by them when you're 8 years old and their parents don't know the boundaries - we nicked the badges off cars, set fire to things, and broke all the windows on a greenhouse in the village with a football.
also destroyed some craft project my mum was working on that she'd spent several hours making as a christening gift for one of my cousins, I took the scissors all over it and she had to start again.
As I went to a very small primary school, there were only 3 other boys in my year group that I was friends with, and it is obvious now how a couple of them were just complete s
ts (both of them have done time in prison) but it was easy to be led astray by them when you're 8 years old and their parents don't know the boundaries - we nicked the badges off cars, set fire to things, and broke all the windows on a greenhouse in the village with a football. Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff