Fess up !!!

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malc30 said:
I'm feeling Bold :D
How about tellling us something about your past/childhood that others don't know.
I'll start. :)

At ten & a half I was living in a Squat with my Mum & Sister with a Rock Band called Zest. One of the Dudes used to take me shooting down in the basement & one of the other hippys gave me my first guitar & taught me my first riff. :cool:
My Mum was with the Lead Guitarist so he opened another squat up for just the family & we moved in to that.
A few months later the place we first squatted was Busted & it was the Biggest Heroin bust in the county up till that date.
The Dude who took me shooting was called Grim, We Never saw him again. :eek:

Your turn, Come on don't leave me hanging. :p
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and after all of that you ended up a computer geek on a computer geek forum?

That's not good.
 
I was just thinking of my book title & it ends **** ***** ****** into Computer geek. :p
 
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During my younger years when there was no concern of kidnapping, you could run around the fields and local countryside unsupervised until the street lights started to come on, and there was none of this 'NDubz ego street gang pride brap' malarky - me and my friends (read: every child aged 8-15 in the immediate vicinity of home) used to have one of the most valuable, sought after and enjoyable acquisitions known to youthkind: a Base.

This base combined the blood, sweat and tears of our community as over weeks we sculpted entrances, tunnels, a 'war room' and two defendable fronts to the surroundings of the bramble-clad abandoned quarry in which we set our summer holiday home. We acquired construction moulds for storage of 'weaponry' (stones of various sizes) and sharpened sticks were readily available at every entrance incase of INVASION!

Once finished with a look out platform upon the sturdiest tree, a number of large shields and coolbox of replenishable snacks, we turned almost guerilla upon anyone who dared enter the quarry or surrounding footpaths: elderly dog walkers were peppered with a variety of stones, twiggy spears were launched at motorbikes heading to the local woodland and other neighbouring children's friendship groups (the lowest of the low) exploring the area were met with shield charges from screaming soldiers of our clan amidst a barrage of stones from the support team...

This was childish mischief in its prime, smattered with friendship and community spirit! :p
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I welled up with pride (and nostalgia) reading that :cool:
I drove past the site when visiting the area a few months ago to find every bramble, tree and stone has been excavated and now 8 houses cover my childhood memory land :(
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And then done a :( when reading that.
 
Once upon a time I used to go to a sort of youth group with my sister ran by the Red Cross. Would basically go there and learn how to fix people who had broken themselves through a variety of means. I'm still not terribly sure why I went there as it really was quite dull.

However there was a particularly self righteous, outspoken toffee nosed nobsack called Christopher who used to go also. The sort of goody two shoes, oppressively opionated guy that made you want to perforate your own ear drums with a shotgun discharge so you didn't have listen to his drivel.

I put up with a year of it, and decided that my retorts and **** taking were no longer enough.

Not sure how the "game" came about, but one of the fun activities at the youth group on this particular occasion was to have a blindfolded pillow fight duel with someone else. As soon as Christopher volunteered, I knew this was my chance.

As fate would have it, the blindfold (which was a bandage incidentally) was poorly applied to the point I had partial vision. Not great, but to the point I could see where he was.

Weapon selection occurred and whereas Christopher had opted for the lighter example formed of a Polyester composite, I was handed, as if it were written, a heavy goose feather pillow. A few flicks and the feathers were compressed into the end to form a enlargened "snooker ball in a sock" arrangement.

The duel began and so did his pathetic waftings at trying to hit me. I dummied several light to moderate swings that missed, to ensure my future plausible deniability defence would be unquestioned.

As I was about to dish out the goods, he then stepped in unexpectedly and caught me, which sent the fires of Hades burning in me into overdrive. Before it could be stopped, I had immediately countered and the rage of being caught short caused me to probably put another 30% of power on an already prepped heavy shot.

The shot hit him in the side of the head like a hammer blow from Thor himself, causing him to react as if he'd been hit by a Bus and a momentary silence as he dropped like a brick in a swimming pool.

I've no doubt that I knocked him out and when he came round he was bawling it.

Cue 15 mins of feigning innocence and then it was hometime with a wry smile on my face.

Stopped going to the youth group shortly after as the job was done as far as I was concerned.

Very puerile and it was a totally cheap shot, but I was a youngun.

Sorry Christopher, but you were a bell end, and besides, you were ultimately in very good hands mate.
 
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When I was 12 I found a lighter in a field out playing. I innocently lit a few bits of hay in the field, and then before I knew what had happened, the wind had caught the hay, and the whole field went up. I did the only thing I could and ran. From further away I could see it took two fire engines to finally put it out. I never got caught or handed myself in.
 
JHeaton said:
I think it's an age thing (I don't mean to call you old, please don't take it as such). Half of these things couldn't have happened during my youth, the other half were probably too dangerous due to the risk of kidnapping/rape/aliens and whatnot. My youth was lacking in adventure, so when the older generations tell of what they go up to when they were younger (there's a tale of a relative and his friends' "great journey over the border" that I never get tired of hearing) I find it very interesting.

The best tales I get from people my own age are usually about how drunk they were when they pushed a trolley through the McDonalds drive-thru or something :-\
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Same. :(. My childhood is rather uneventful, and I wish I'd done stuff listed in this thread.
There are still a few things I cringe a little when I think about though - after a school trip, someone else in my year was showing off some cheap belt buckle he had bought, so when it was my turn to see it I noticed it was a little bit bent, so I thought 'I'll just straighten that out a bit' - it snapped in two, so I handed it on to someone else... the guy was so chuffed about this buckle as well, I just ruined his dream come true. :(
Another one from a very long time ago was when at my parents friend's house I was last in the line of children to wash my hands, and when I finished I forgot to turn the tap off. Unfortunately, the drain and overflow were rubbish so the basin filled up and must have overflowed sometime during the meal. Afterwards we were somehow talking about puddles, and so I pointed out the puddle that was emerging from the wall (:eek:) of the loo... inside it was completely flooded and probably ruined the walls. I was told off badly, all for one moment of forgetfulness. :(
 
I love your memories Malc, I know you are probably younger than my dad (im 30) but it reminds me of listening to him and his mates and the tales they had as nippers. Totally different world.
 
I used to know the dance routine to steps - tragedy.

Whenever I go out to a family get together they always ask the DJ to play it, I can still remember it though :(
 
When I was about 12 me and my mate would go down to the local scout hall on Wednesday and abuse the scouts. This happened week after week after week. We'd usually just creep up to the window, open it, yell abuse ("you're really gay" or something to that effect) until we got chased away. Rinse and repeat. So lame looking back on it :D
 
drove home really drunk one night from the pub in a little village in bristol at about 4am. it was the scariest (and most stupid) thing i've ever done.
 
My parents had gone away for the weekend, so of course it was the required thing to have friends round with a load of booze, and have a good time (my parents rarely went away).

After rather a large amount of alcohol we decided to go on a bit of a wander around town... at about 4am.

In my town there is/was an old abandoned building that used to be an office building. There was at the time preliminary demolition going on (the building was asbestos ridden). It has always been an activity of mine before the demolition work started to go in, make a mess, put through walls with bricks and the like.

So of course, it was off to said office building for a bit of a looksy around on a system full of spirits. The standard prop-up fencing was no match for 4 of us charging at it, and after that it was into the building for a wander. when we were on the ground floor. a friend of mine spotted an open-cab full of tools, but because he was intoxicated, thought nothing of it.

When we were walking about we saw many tools (Pick axe, crowbar, large metal poles) which would be good for beating down half-demolished brick walls. so that's exactly what we did, my god we caused quite a racket. After a while of that, and after going up to probably about the 7th floor, we found that there were massive deep shafts through the building that went unobstructed straight into the basement. These large shafts were all covered with "detachable" (after a whack with a large metal pole) metal-bar fencing. So me not thinking detached said fencing from the wall and began lowering one edge of it down into one of these shafts. Again while not thinking, i let go of the fencing only to have it catch itself precariously on the edge of the floor.

Soon the police arrived after that open cab full of tools turned out to be guarded by a night security guard who had seen us enter the building and may have heard us beating walls to pieces too.

So after a firm telling off from the police, and check to make sure we weren't all wanted maniacs, it was time to stagger off home.

But still to this day i am SO glad that that metal fencing did not detach itself from the building and fall 8 stories to a rather noisy end, which probably would have been the equivalent of a bomb going off. Which would have probably ended up with me in the nick.

I'm so very glad it didn't :p:D

EDIT: 800th Post! :D
 
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As a kid I got sent to the headmasters office with my mate for mucking about in assembly. He made us stand outside the ofice up against the wall in silence. He had his door open so could hear us if we made any noise. Well my mate did the longest fart ever, and I needed to laugh so tried to muffle it by holding my mouth. Instead the air from the laugh rushed out through my nose and I greenied all over the wall. A long line came out to the floor and because I couldn't breathe since I was laughing so hard, I couldn't get rid of it quick enough. Headmaster came out and saw a long greeny string bungeying about from my nose. He gave me more lines.
 
I distinctly remember when I was 13, my mum and I went to Brighton with a group of no-good 'uns (that at the time my mum was friends with)... to cut a long story short that was probably the most eventful week of my life so far: I spent at least one night sleeping in a door way, witnessed a hobo shooting up, I remember having to ask a load of ****** to both charge (from their trailer) and give back a phone - probably the funniest part of the week was being told at about 1AM, whilst in the back of a van by some guy completely off his nut, that we were coasting down a field with no petrol and that the plan was to steal some petrol from the nearest station.
 
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