Really stupid things you and your mates did as kids...
Discussion
A lot of the fire/gun/car escapades already mentioned on here.
Slightly less stupid, but nevertheless great fun was the game 'Red Arrows' which essentially involved four of us 12 year olds riding our bmx's from respective corners of a courtyard at each other at ever increasing speeds, trying to get as close to hitting one another in the middle as possible.
We found that our enjoyment increased immeasurably when we stood my whimpering 5 year old brother in the centre...
Slightly less stupid, but nevertheless great fun was the game 'Red Arrows' which essentially involved four of us 12 year olds riding our bmx's from respective corners of a courtyard at each other at ever increasing speeds, trying to get as close to hitting one another in the middle as possible.
We found that our enjoyment increased immeasurably when we stood my whimpering 5 year old brother in the centre...
Lots of stupid stuff. I was a kid when the Anarchists Cookbook was easily accessible.
Me and my mates spend hours stuffing match heads into tennis balls and chucking them in stupid places. You don't realise as a kid just how wrong this sort of stuff could go.
Trip ropes at the bottom of the steps of the local police station got us marched home.
Me and my mates spend hours stuffing match heads into tennis balls and chucking them in stupid places. You don't realise as a kid just how wrong this sort of stuff could go.
Trip ropes at the bottom of the steps of the local police station got us marched home.
Finding flairs on a boat my dad was restoring and setting them off. I lived a few miles from an RAF base so pointing them down the road would be okay. Que masses of orange smoke that went on for a few minutes was not expected.
Finding a 5kg gas canister on a building site with a length of scaffolding pole made a fantastic flamethrower. Can't imagine if we had a blowback.
Cutting up full shotgun cartridges found at the local clay pigeon shoot.
Lot's of petrol, motorbike and fireworks stuff.
Can't believe I'm still here. Should we start a thread of things that went badly wrong?
Finding a 5kg gas canister on a building site with a length of scaffolding pole made a fantastic flamethrower. Can't imagine if we had a blowback.
Cutting up full shotgun cartridges found at the local clay pigeon shoot.
Lot's of petrol, motorbike and fireworks stuff.
Can't believe I'm still here. Should we start a thread of things that went badly wrong?
I used to regularly make small fires, place various aerosol cans behind it and shoot them with my air rifle and watch massive fire balls ensue. The worst was probably a can of expanding foam. After the shot hit the target flaming expanding foam proceeded to coat the nearby hedge much to mine and my friends amusement. In the end I had to get the hedge trimmer out to avoid my parents finding out what I'd been up to which was less amusing.
I also thought it would be funny to coat a football in petrol and kick it around the lawn on fire, little did I realise petrol would completely kill the grass. Parents were livid as there were footprints and trails of dead grass all over the lawn. Completely idiotic looking back.
I also thought it would be funny to coat a football in petrol and kick it around the lawn on fire, little did I realise petrol would completely kill the grass. Parents were livid as there were footprints and trails of dead grass all over the lawn. Completely idiotic looking back.
Edited by whatleytom on Monday 23 July 15:33
Jer_1974 said:
Can't believe I'm still here. Should we start a thread of things that went badly wrong?
My friends lived in Margate in the late 80s, and I popped down every summer to visit for a week or two. Pretty soon, I knew their friends and became their friends, went round their houses, etc. Lots of tomfoolery and other stupid acts followed (I was the bystander, who kept a lookout whilst stupid acts were undertaken by my friends). One particular lad (let's refer to him as 'D') always seemed to escalate matters, resulting in stupid acts potentially becoming criminal damage.
One summer near the end of the 80s - shortly before an irrational falling out between my friend's mother and my mother, instigated by his mother - when I was visiting, I was informed by all and sundry that D wouldn't be around due to the need to recuperate indoors. I soon found out from someone that this recuperation was caused by tomfoolery involving running and jumping on swings, when D attempted this feat, missed wildly and hit the solid metal poles with his legs firmly in the 'Y' position, which resulted in a lot of screaming, blood, tears, and a split ball-bag.
Unfortunately, D did recover because I was informed by my friend - shortly before our family friendship disintegrated - that his half-brother and D had escalated into criminal acts involving burglary. I believe that his half-brother's criminal path was cut-short by a teenage pregnancy at 17.
AB said:
Lots of stupid stuff. I was a kid when the Anarchists Cookbook was easily accessible.
I had a sideline in providing copies of this at school in the days before the internet was readily available.I think it is now classed as banned material and can get you in serious trouble, although a lot of the hacking stuff (blue boxing) is quite out of date now.
Phoning up people if the phonebook with funny names or randomly dialling a number and seeing how long you could talk for before they clocked. My brother dumped a girl once, she thought he was her boyfriend...
Fire, petrol, airguns and fireworks... A tube a banger and a handful of gravel.
I jumped between to large hay rolls, catching myself on my arms it looked about 4ft deep, my brother jumped in and dropped about 12 ft, my dad lowered me down by the ankles to get him out.
Aged about 8, accidentally started a Tomos moped that was on sale in woolworths that they left with the keys in. Fortunately it was on a stand. My mum was very embarrassed.
Aged about ten, my sister locked the keys to the car in the boot. The chap from the garage showed us how to break into the car, in a few seconds. My brother and I were very pleased with our new skills, and couldn't understand why our Dad was less impressed that not only were his two boys were accomplished at breaking into cars, but that my mums car could be opened in seconds very easily.
Rolling giant tractor fertiliser barrels up a hill we would jump in for them to roll down. Like a precursor to zorbing. It was hot and uncomfortable and you ached for days after.. Noone admitted to this. It was a giggle though.
A lawn tractor and a plastic sledge was a lot of fun one summer, not very comfy, so ended up trashing an expensive set of laura Astley cushions. My mates dad thought it was such fun when he got home, he wasn't bothered about the cushions. Me and a mate bought a mk2 Escort for £8.20! Spent the summer ragging it around his field. Found a crashed Honda cub in a hedge, it still ran, spent the afternoon playing till it ran out of fuel.
We were actually quite well behaved I think!
Fire, petrol, airguns and fireworks... A tube a banger and a handful of gravel.
I jumped between to large hay rolls, catching myself on my arms it looked about 4ft deep, my brother jumped in and dropped about 12 ft, my dad lowered me down by the ankles to get him out.
Aged about 8, accidentally started a Tomos moped that was on sale in woolworths that they left with the keys in. Fortunately it was on a stand. My mum was very embarrassed.
Aged about ten, my sister locked the keys to the car in the boot. The chap from the garage showed us how to break into the car, in a few seconds. My brother and I were very pleased with our new skills, and couldn't understand why our Dad was less impressed that not only were his two boys were accomplished at breaking into cars, but that my mums car could be opened in seconds very easily.
Rolling giant tractor fertiliser barrels up a hill we would jump in for them to roll down. Like a precursor to zorbing. It was hot and uncomfortable and you ached for days after.. Noone admitted to this. It was a giggle though.
A lawn tractor and a plastic sledge was a lot of fun one summer, not very comfy, so ended up trashing an expensive set of laura Astley cushions. My mates dad thought it was such fun when he got home, he wasn't bothered about the cushions. Me and a mate bought a mk2 Escort for £8.20! Spent the summer ragging it around his field. Found a crashed Honda cub in a hedge, it still ran, spent the afternoon playing till it ran out of fuel.
We were actually quite well behaved I think!
Bolt bombs.
Materials required: Two bolts and a nut, the larger the better, and a box of swan vesta matches. I managed to get hold of some bolts from a truck, with about a 3/4 inch thread.
1) Screw one of the bolts into the nut a couple of turns.
2) Scrape red heads from about 12-15 matches into nut.
3) Screw second bolt into nut and hand tighten
Point 4) was supposed to be, throw whole assembly into air, taking shelter behind a solid object. in my case, I accidentally dropped it onto the floor at my feet, and suffered a cut to my ear as one of the bolts whizzed past my head.
I suspect nowadays some of the stuff we did would be covered by counter terrorism laws
Materials required: Two bolts and a nut, the larger the better, and a box of swan vesta matches. I managed to get hold of some bolts from a truck, with about a 3/4 inch thread.
1) Screw one of the bolts into the nut a couple of turns.
2) Scrape red heads from about 12-15 matches into nut.
3) Screw second bolt into nut and hand tighten
Point 4) was supposed to be, throw whole assembly into air, taking shelter behind a solid object. in my case, I accidentally dropped it onto the floor at my feet, and suffered a cut to my ear as one of the bolts whizzed past my head.
I suspect nowadays some of the stuff we did would be covered by counter terrorism laws
CAPP0 said:
- We also used to play knock down ginger. A lot. After a while we got to the point of targeting the same house every night, which, obviously, was HILARIOUS. We'd take it in turns to ring the bell and leg it. One night it was my turn, I pinged the bell and was away on my toes but I heard the door start to open, he'd clearly been lying in wait for us.
The houses all had low brick walls (about 2ft high) across the front gardens so I dived behind that, on the pavement side, and pinned myself in as far as I could get. The guy from the house stormed up and down his drive, yelling blue murder, what he would do when he caught us, etc etc, and I just forced myself further into the wall and tried not to breathe. He must have been a yard away from me but didn't spot me. Got huge kudos points that night.
I was the same as a kid. When I was about 12 there used to be a house where a couple of young women lived (lesbians), and they would proper chase us. It was brilliant. They very rarely gave up either, so it was a race to get as much distance between yourself and them, and hide. We were chased for about an hour once, just hiding, then being discovered, then running and hiding again, etc etc. Good entertainment. One of my mates was a bit slow, so we only had to out run him; they caught him once and slapped the sThe houses all had low brick walls (about 2ft high) across the front gardens so I dived behind that, on the pavement side, and pinned myself in as far as I could get. The guy from the house stormed up and down his drive, yelling blue murder, what he would do when he caught us, etc etc, and I just forced myself further into the wall and tried not to breathe. He must have been a yard away from me but didn't spot me. Got huge kudos points that night.
t out of him. Also hilarious.When we were a bit older (probably 15-16 at this point), we found it funny to replace knocking on the door with burping through the letter box. These were very loud burps (a talent of mine, and a couple of my friends), like this animal (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjMqRBrOcdM).
Still makes me laugh imagining someone sitting in their living room watching TV, only to be disturbed with that noise blasting through their house. One night, one of my mates followed through and puked....
MysteryLemon said:
silverfoxcc said:
J4ckosmate
The yoooof of today are absolute stheads compared to what we got up to
we didn't
Take drugs
Rob people from the back of mopeds
Stab and shoot people resulting in death
Run through trains robbing everyone
Dodge bus/train fares
Completely disregard authority
Shoplift
There must be other stuff
Looking back the only people we put in danger were ourselves,and i would ay 99.999% of us got throught it
Agreed. All the messing we used to do only hurt ourselves. We never intentionally set out to hurt anyone else. We just wanted a laugh and a bit of an adventure, not to mug people or hurt people. The yoooof of today are absolute s
theads compared to what we got up to we didn't
Take drugs
Rob people from the back of mopeds
Stab and shoot people resulting in death
Run through trains robbing everyone
Dodge bus/train fares
Completely disregard authority
Shoplift
There must be other stuff
Looking back the only people we put in danger were ourselves,and i would ay 99.999% of us got throught it
If people caught us messing around, we would just leg it home and pretend it never happened. Some youth these days would probably end up trying to stab anyone that confronted them.
We never even dreamt of carrying a weapon.
Taking your own personal experience and extrapolating it to a whole generation, then taking some scaremongering journalism about crime and extrapolating that to an entire generation.
You honestly believe youth crime is a new invention?
Be a good boy and take your Daily Mail
and read it In your panic room and leave the reminiscing to those of us living in the real world.
We used to play skateboard dodgems as a kid.
One person drives the skateboard by sitting on the board with one foot extended forward like a battering ram, the other pushes them (obviously the larger the board the better)
The aim of the game was to ram your opponent off his.
Injuries were fairly minor, broken teeth, fingers , and various cuts and grazes.
Bloody good fun though.
One person drives the skateboard by sitting on the board with one foot extended forward like a battering ram, the other pushes them (obviously the larger the board the better)
The aim of the game was to ram your opponent off his.
Injuries were fairly minor, broken teeth, fingers , and various cuts and grazes.
Bloody good fun though.
julianm said:
Manufactured nitrogen triiodide in the shed with ingredients from Boots the chemist.
Put quantities on the groundsman`s lawnmower engine so it exploded when hot. Sprinkled some along the front of the music teacher`s piano so when he slammed down the lid (like he always did) it exploded. Somehow got away with it.
Our school had the old fashioned style opening wooden desks. We found out that one of our teachers was terrified of/allergic to bees so we did what any self-respecting idiots would do. One fine summer's day with said teacher's lesson immediately after lunch we opened said desk with the windows to the classroom left open and a reasonable amount of jam in there along with the black-board duster. After lunch bread the desk was shut crap scribbled on the black-board....Put quantities on the groundsman`s lawnmower engine so it exploded when hot. Sprinkled some along the front of the music teacher`s piano so when he slammed down the lid (like he always did) it exploded. Somehow got away with it.
irocfan said:
julianm said:
Manufactured nitrogen triiodide in the shed with ingredients from Boots the chemist.
Put quantities on the groundsman`s lawnmower engine so it exploded when hot. Sprinkled some along the front of the music teacher`s piano so when he slammed down the lid (like he always did) it exploded. Somehow got away with it.
Our school had the old fashioned style opening wooden desks. We found out that one of our teachers was terrified of/allergic to bees so we did what any self-respecting idiots would do. One fine summer's day with said teacher's lesson immediately after lunch we opened said desk with the windows to the classroom left open and a reasonable amount of jam in there along with the black-board duster. After lunch bread the desk was shut crap scribbled on the black-board....Put quantities on the groundsman`s lawnmower engine so it exploded when hot. Sprinkled some along the front of the music teacher`s piano so when he slammed down the lid (like he always did) it exploded. Somehow got away with it.
robemcdonald said:
If he/she was your English teacher they deserved it.
Don't I know it! Back in my school days my grammar was very good and whilst my speeling [sic] was less so it was still passable. The passage of the years has, regrettably, reduced the standard of my written word to its present poor state, text-speak/lack of punctuation and general laziness (again to my shame) has only further eroded this. That being said 'creative writing' was something I have always, despite reading for pleasure, been poor at.By far the stupidest thing I ever did, confession time...My first driving experience.
A family in our road had a Hillman Imp and a huge garage which could hold 6 cars 2 wide. Previous occupant had a TV repair business and extended the house. Both of the parents worked during summer hols, and one year when I was about 13/14 I think (mid 80's), the older lads in our gang, including the twins who lived at the house, thought it would be fun to wheelspin the Imp backwards and forwards in the huge garage...
I did not want to have a go as I'd never driven a car at all...cue peer pressure, to the point I was literally pushed into the driver's seat despite protesting and explaining I didn't have a clue what to do. To hide our nefarious activities but allow fumes to escape somebody had propped the doublewide up and over garage door open with a broom. I revved the engine, dumped the clutch and spun backwards...through the garage door and pogo'd to a stop in the middle of the road. They had explained how to go but nobody mentioned stopping and I had no clue whatsoever. I rolled out of the car in a daze to a mixture of swearing and laughing...can't remember what I was doing.
The roof of the Imp had peeled back, amazingly the glass was intact. The garage door was bent right in the middle by the locking mechanism. The following hours before their parents got home was a flurry of activity as the car roof was tapped back down, filled and painted (the whole car had been hand painted with green fence paint anyway????) The garage door was straightened riveted back together and painted.
I believe the story they told their parents was that somebody had come down the hill by their house on a Raleigh Bomber, lost control and hit the garage door. The car damage apparently was never spotted. A lot of the lads ended up in the car trade so maybe it inspired them.
I feel bad, because there was no chance my parents could have paid for the repairs (done properly) and I'm sure the lads who lived there got a ton of grief for it. We were all in it together, I don't remember getting into any trouble over it. Different times.
The same lads also made us younger lads watch the original Evil Dead and Texas Chainsaw Massacre...I've never watched another horror movie since.
A family in our road had a Hillman Imp and a huge garage which could hold 6 cars 2 wide. Previous occupant had a TV repair business and extended the house. Both of the parents worked during summer hols, and one year when I was about 13/14 I think (mid 80's), the older lads in our gang, including the twins who lived at the house, thought it would be fun to wheelspin the Imp backwards and forwards in the huge garage...
I did not want to have a go as I'd never driven a car at all...cue peer pressure, to the point I was literally pushed into the driver's seat despite protesting and explaining I didn't have a clue what to do. To hide our nefarious activities but allow fumes to escape somebody had propped the doublewide up and over garage door open with a broom. I revved the engine, dumped the clutch and spun backwards...through the garage door and pogo'd to a stop in the middle of the road. They had explained how to go but nobody mentioned stopping and I had no clue whatsoever. I rolled out of the car in a daze to a mixture of swearing and laughing...can't remember what I was doing.
The roof of the Imp had peeled back, amazingly the glass was intact. The garage door was bent right in the middle by the locking mechanism. The following hours before their parents got home was a flurry of activity as the car roof was tapped back down, filled and painted (the whole car had been hand painted with green fence paint anyway????) The garage door was straightened riveted back together and painted.
I believe the story they told their parents was that somebody had come down the hill by their house on a Raleigh Bomber, lost control and hit the garage door. The car damage apparently was never spotted. A lot of the lads ended up in the car trade so maybe it inspired them.
I feel bad, because there was no chance my parents could have paid for the repairs (done properly) and I'm sure the lads who lived there got a ton of grief for it. We were all in it together, I don't remember getting into any trouble over it. Different times.
The same lads also made us younger lads watch the original Evil Dead and Texas Chainsaw Massacre...I've never watched another horror movie since.
Edited by born2bslow on Monday 6th August 14:33
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