Really stupid things you and your mates did as kids...
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Slimjim
I was just up the road from you in Edmonton!
The school smokers used to gravitate to the sit down bogs during break for a smoke.
One day a chap got some carbide pellets and poured a fair amount down a few of the pands
Smokers go in ,door shut ,ciggie lit, Then we bang on the door shouting Teachers coming
cue all the fags into the pan, followed by muffled explosions
Happy Days
I was just up the road from you in Edmonton!
The school smokers used to gravitate to the sit down bogs during break for a smoke.
One day a chap got some carbide pellets and poured a fair amount down a few of the pands
Smokers go in ,door shut ,ciggie lit, Then we bang on the door shouting Teachers coming
cue all the fags into the pan, followed by muffled explosions
Happy Days
SlimJim16v said:
Yes, also did the smoke trick and the occasional firework fight, with bangers let off in ever more creative ways. Many happy afternoons spent along the railway lines in South Tottenham and the reservoirs on the other side of the river Lea.
We used to always cycle the service road between Picketts Lock and the Lea Valley Trading Estate. The one that ran along the back of the reservoirs where you drove directly under the elctricity pylons. There were quite a few little ledges and speed bumps that were good for BMXing haha. Many many hours spent riding up and down there, as well as climbing around under the A406 flyovers. Chingford boy here. Went to high school in Edmonton too.When I were around 13-14 or so, my mother decided she wanted a bonfire to burn off some garden waste. In her infinite wisdom, she left myself and my sisters boyfriend at the time in charge (he would have been around 17) and went out shopping with my sister. We had the house to ourselves with no supervision and ended up getting quite a raging bonfire going in the back garden.
The 6ft high flames and plumes of smoke wern't enough to keep us entertained so we decided to start throwing household items into the fire to see if they would explode. Sisters boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to tape a few cans of Right Guard together and throw them in.... BOOM! .. the explosion and fireball that came minutes later was surprisingly impressive. As was how far said cans flew from the bonfire, over into a neighbors garden. We stood there, giddy with excitement until neighbors from both sides popped their heads over their fences and gave us both a b
king! One side claimed she had heard us firing a gun and was going to call the police, the other was furious that a fireball had flown over her fence and smashed into her patio doors!..
We hid inside and pretended we couldn't hear them.
The 6ft high flames and plumes of smoke wern't enough to keep us entertained so we decided to start throwing household items into the fire to see if they would explode. Sisters boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to tape a few cans of Right Guard together and throw them in.... BOOM! .. the explosion and fireball that came minutes later was surprisingly impressive. As was how far said cans flew from the bonfire, over into a neighbors garden. We stood there, giddy with excitement until neighbors from both sides popped their heads over their fences and gave us both a b
king! One side claimed she had heard us firing a gun and was going to call the police, the other was furious that a fireball had flown over her fence and smashed into her patio doors!..We hid inside and pretended we couldn't hear them.
We found the base from a large wind surfer in some bushes (no idea what it was doing there).
Built a ramp at the base of a big hill with snow.
Took an hour lugging it to the top between 8 of us, hopped on, and hit mach 2 on the way down the hill, and took flight at the bottom
The weight of 8 kids plus the base meant we plowed through the bushes, through a garden fence, and through a small shed.
I think there were ~12 broken bones all in. My shoulder has never been right.
Built a ramp at the base of a big hill with snow.
Took an hour lugging it to the top between 8 of us, hopped on, and hit mach 2 on the way down the hill, and took flight at the bottom
The weight of 8 kids plus the base meant we plowed through the bushes, through a garden fence, and through a small shed.
I think there were ~12 broken bones all in. My shoulder has never been right.
fastening fireworks together, rockets was always good one,
gate hunting on bonfire night, and interior door hunting on the newly built estate
climbing up scaffolding on flats, while people were having their tea,
garden patrol, ringing the buzzers on the flats and leggin it, damming the brook,
making huge snow balls and then pushing them into the road to block it,
gas cylinder on a fire,
usual air gun stuff, rope swings on trees that were way too high, skateboarding on garage roofs,
getting a chase of security guards/coppers.camping out and screaming and shouting all night
(bloke whos garden it was is a semi famous local artist)
deaf as a post, but the other neighbours weren't! called the police again
always on the bin room roofs of the flats nearby, or garage roof
one day we managed to get in the space underneath the flats, like little tunnels amongst the foundations
we rushed back and boarded one kid in there as well for a bit,
that was so funny.
i know people go on about lawless youths, but i think it was worse in our day,
i put this couple of years wild streak down to my mum who wanted me to be toughened up,
she let me play out when and where i liked, and with kids a lot older than me, so we sort of picked stuff up
swapping wheel trims on neighbours cars was quite funny.
looking back we were probably little sts off the estate, but we never got in too much bother and i cant say we werent cheeky or try and defend it,
always polite with teachers and parents though
gate hunting on bonfire night, and interior door hunting on the newly built estate
climbing up scaffolding on flats, while people were having their tea,
garden patrol, ringing the buzzers on the flats and leggin it, damming the brook,
making huge snow balls and then pushing them into the road to block it,
gas cylinder on a fire,
usual air gun stuff, rope swings on trees that were way too high, skateboarding on garage roofs,
getting a chase of security guards/coppers.camping out and screaming and shouting all night
(bloke whos garden it was is a semi famous local artist)
deaf as a post, but the other neighbours weren't! called the police again
always on the bin room roofs of the flats nearby, or garage roof
one day we managed to get in the space underneath the flats, like little tunnels amongst the foundations
we rushed back and boarded one kid in there as well for a bit,
that was so funny.
i know people go on about lawless youths, but i think it was worse in our day,
i put this couple of years wild streak down to my mum who wanted me to be toughened up,
she let me play out when and where i liked, and with kids a lot older than me, so we sort of picked stuff up
swapping wheel trims on neighbours cars was quite funny.
looking back we were probably little s
ts off the estate, but we never got in too much bother and i cant say we werent cheeky or try and defend it,always polite with teachers and parents though
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swapping wheel trims on neighbours cars was quite funny.
looking back we were probably little sts off the estate, but we never got in too much bother and i cant say we werent cheeky or try and defend it,
always polite with teachers and parents though
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We grew bold enough to swap wrought iron gates from peoples driveways one night - bet that caused some confusion the next day!
Also moved a load of washing from somebodys washing line to a house about 4 doors away, that believe it or not made the local newspaper - my Mum bless her knew it was me as soon as she read it!
swapping wheel trims on neighbours cars was quite funny.
looking back we were probably little s
ts off the estate, but we never got in too much bother and i cant say we werent cheeky or try and defend it,always polite with teachers and parents though
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We grew bold enough to swap wrought iron gates from peoples driveways one night - bet that caused some confusion the next day!
Also moved a load of washing from somebodys washing line to a house about 4 doors away, that believe it or not made the local newspaper - my Mum bless her knew it was me as soon as she read it!
bobtail4x4 said:
shooting each other with air rifles,
it was a wargame....
I spent a few years as a kid near Tidworth. We used to chase the tanks on our bikes down the ranges. The live firing ranges.it was a wargame....
Although the roasting I got from my Dad and his CO will stay with me forever.
Warganes had a very different meaning to a Brit-Brat...
This topic came up at work recently
one bloke who got a load lip from the old lady in the newsagents
broke a prickly twig of a bush and used the postal flap to help himself to woolen hats and gloves over the next few weeks that were within reach on a local stand.
i always thought that was a belter
oh and another one we used to do was big sheet of cardbaord from the skip at a paper factory and skillfully whizz down the big hill at the hospital it was really big though i must admit
one bloke who got a load lip from the old lady in the newsagents
broke a prickly twig of a bush and used the postal flap to help himself to woolen hats and gloves over the next few weeks that were within reach on a local stand.
i always thought that was a belter
oh and another one we used to do was big sheet of cardbaord from the skip at a paper factory and skillfully whizz down the big hill at the hospital it was really big though i must admit
Not really something I did as a kid but my son and his mate were with me so I suppose it still counts. My brother made a 2' long pulse jet engine but could never get it going and gave it to me. I made a way to get a continuous spark from an old BSA Bantam horn and a Hornby railway transformer. I set it up in the vice in the garage and after lots of puffing and smoke and flames got it to run. My wife was on the phone indoors and even with the garage doors shut the person on the other end asked what the racket was. No injuries but lots of potential.
robemcdonald said:
-Firing (or trying to) shotgun cartridges with a vice and a hammer, fortunately that didn’t work.
You need to hold a nail with a pair of pliers. Thankfully I'd had the sense to empty the cartridge first as I wanted the gunpowder. And the pliers were handy for pulling the brass shrapnel out of my hand.Many petrol bombs and using an old windolene bottle filled with petrol as a flame thrower.
I didn't learn much about parenting from my folks apart from the need to lock up the shotgun cartridges and petrol.
I'm surprised air rifles haven't had more of a mention. Within my group of friends we all had either an air pistol or rifle, knackered old guns that barely had enough puff to push the pellet out of the barrel, just as well really because one of the gang managed to shoot himself with his air pistol, in his calf muscle. It scared us half to death, a local, older lad had just had some real police bother for shooting his girl friend with an air rifle, our parents made it very clear we were not to play with guns because prison awaits for those that do.
So, what to do? Once the lad realised it didn't hurt that much he suggested we extract the pellet. I went home and "borrowed" dads tweezers, someone else got a bottle of Domestos to sterilse the wound and a plaster was also acquired. We found somewhere out of the way to perform the op. We held him down, (seen that in films), poured the Domestos on the wound, that made it hurt and I extracted the pellet. Fortunately the pellet was lying just under the skin, we could see it so no probing. Stuck the plaster over the hole and carried on playing. Plaster fell off long before he went home, he told his parents he had snagged his leg on something, sympathy came in the form of a clip around the ear for not being more careful! A couple of weeks later fully healed and disappointingly no scar.
So, what to do? Once the lad realised it didn't hurt that much he suggested we extract the pellet. I went home and "borrowed" dads tweezers, someone else got a bottle of Domestos to sterilse the wound and a plaster was also acquired. We found somewhere out of the way to perform the op. We held him down, (seen that in films), poured the Domestos on the wound, that made it hurt and I extracted the pellet. Fortunately the pellet was lying just under the skin, we could see it so no probing. Stuck the plaster over the hole and carried on playing. Plaster fell off long before he went home, he told his parents he had snagged his leg on something, sympathy came in the form of a clip around the ear for not being more careful! A couple of weeks later fully healed and disappointingly no scar.
Funny (or not) how much fire related stuff is on this thread.
A dual bypass was built with a large cutting near our town. There were some historic small scale coal mines in the area. We made a nice den in one that you pretty much accessed from the bypass hard shoulder. Lined with dry grass, lit by candles.....yep eventually someone knocked a candle over, the grass caught fire and we shut the bypass with plumes of smoke......
Then there was the field we made ever increasingly powerful pyrotechnic launcher devices - started with cap gun, then banger, then fertiliser mixes, building up to a fire pit with a cast iron pipe in that we used to drop camping gas canisters into with bricks as "the projectile". "Lets see if we can get these over the railway embankment was the challenge". Never quite sure if we did hit an HST train or not or if the driver had reported seeing "missiles" but we scarped just before the police turned up and that was the end of that.
My friend may have been involved in the incident whereby one morning the headmaster at assembly asked "Does anyone know where the sodium has gone from the chemistry laboratory stores, and where there are a number of dead fish in the canal"? (Our chemistry teacher was a bit like Kenny Everets Reg "Don't cry if you get sodium in your eye, it only makes things worse" so we blamed him!).
And finally jumping onto the flatbeds of a container freight train that trundled through our station thinking it would be a way to avoid paying for a ticket to the next town that we were waiting for, then discovering that freight trains don't always slow down for stations. Fortunately, when spotted at the next station and pulled up a signal box later all we got was a bollkin off BTP and our parents sent to fetch us from there for what was my ultimate childhood telling off.
A dual bypass was built with a large cutting near our town. There were some historic small scale coal mines in the area. We made a nice den in one that you pretty much accessed from the bypass hard shoulder. Lined with dry grass, lit by candles.....yep eventually someone knocked a candle over, the grass caught fire and we shut the bypass with plumes of smoke......
Then there was the field we made ever increasingly powerful pyrotechnic launcher devices - started with cap gun, then banger, then fertiliser mixes, building up to a fire pit with a cast iron pipe in that we used to drop camping gas canisters into with bricks as "the projectile". "Lets see if we can get these over the railway embankment was the challenge". Never quite sure if we did hit an HST train or not or if the driver had reported seeing "missiles" but we scarped just before the police turned up and that was the end of that.
My friend may have been involved in the incident whereby one morning the headmaster at assembly asked "Does anyone know where the sodium has gone from the chemistry laboratory stores, and where there are a number of dead fish in the canal"? (Our chemistry teacher was a bit like Kenny Everets Reg "Don't cry if you get sodium in your eye, it only makes things worse" so we blamed him!).
And finally jumping onto the flatbeds of a container freight train that trundled through our station thinking it would be a way to avoid paying for a ticket to the next town that we were waiting for, then discovering that freight trains don't always slow down for stations. Fortunately, when spotted at the next station and pulled up a signal box later all we got was a bollkin off BTP and our parents sent to fetch us from there for what was my ultimate childhood telling off.
Oh and filling wheelie bins with water in cold winter they'd been delivered but were not yet being used then moving them in front of peoples front doors once frozen solid (took about six to move a frozen bin).
Bus trailing - i.e. holding onto a bus whilst on a bike, then whe you got near where you wanted to get off hitting the engine stop.
Bus trailing - i.e. holding onto a bus whilst on a bike, then whe you got near where you wanted to get off hitting the engine stop.
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