On 11 Jun 2015 at 6:06pm The Wild One wrote:
Catapulting marbles at bulbs on lamp posts, 3" nails wedged against car tyres, potatoes rammed in to end of exhaust pipes, shaken up coke squirted through grumpy old gits letterboxes, or throwing eggs at their windows, breaking wind, then letting off stink bombs in school assembly while everyone laughed, pouring ink in to someone's P.E. kit bag full of whites, bunking off school for a day on the train, then shouting abusive language at people standing on platforms as your train raced through, helping yourself to the pick 'n' mix in Woollies in the Cliffe High St. I admit I was no angel, but I did have fun as a kid. Did you ?
On 11 Jun 2015 at 6:44pm Clifford wrote:
Certainly did, and very much like you Wild One. My wife tells me I'd be ASBOd today for some of the things i did then. Stink bomb in the entrance to a cafe where the owner had thrown us out was the mildest.
On 11 Jun 2015 at 7:24pm The Wild One wrote:
Good for you Clifford. We (my brother & I) had many a laugh back then. Giving the coppers the slip was always jolly good amusement. We were like gazelles over fences, and like a cheetah chasing prey across fields and through streets and alleys eluding the local bobbies. You needed to be fast and fit to get near us two. A close shave saw us both shimmy up a lamp column, along a high wall, and across several roofs and a leap of faith on to an overhanging tree branch to escape. No good if you suffer from vertigo. Bally good fun.
On 11 Jun 2015 at 7:41pm Sussex Jim wrote:
Those were the days. Most of the inspiration came from the Beano or similar. Ringing of doorbells and running away; or climbing over a garden fence to scrump apples. Progressing to more daring acts as young teenagers, like several using the train toilet and then flushing it as we passed slowly over Berwick level crossing.
Good, clean(?) harmless fun. i just hope todays' youth keep things in proportion. Breaking lamp posts or sticking nails against tyres is going too far...
On 11 Jun 2015 at 8:25pm Country Boy wrote:
Umbrellas full of hole punch droppings, housebrick in a weekend bag, Playboy centrefold tucked into a newspaper, charcoal on the office phone receiver, spare shoes superglued to the floor - and all that was only last week!
On 11 Jun 2015 at 9:33pm The Wild One wrote:
Nah, if you'd picked on me or my brother then you would find out it was a bad mistake. Mind you, you'd only get it back if we'd thought you deserved it, nails 'n all. The rest was just naughty little boys having fun.
On 11 Jun 2015 at 11:07pm Old Bloke wrote:
Life must have been tough on the mean streets of Lewes
On 11 Jun 2015 at 11:08pm Old Bloke wrote:
Very impressed by the good manners though
Where I lived we simply farted
On 12 Jun 2015 at 12:58am Zzz.. wrote:
And now you're all fat sad bast**ds
On 12 Jun 2015 at 9:14am The Wild One wrote:
Triple Z, 2 out of 3 ain't bad. I've kept myself in good shape, I'm not fat, and I'm definitely not sad. And so has my brother. Brick khazee, butcher's dog.
Old Bloke, I've grown up now, breaking wind suits the more refined lifestyle I'm now a part of, politeness prevails. I still love a good fart, I just refrain from saying it.
I spent a lot of time in the East End as a kid, so the mean streets of Lewes were a doddle compared to London. Fights up there were brutal, down here kids ran away, chickens, mummy's boys. See, doddle.
On 12 Jun 2015 at 6:56pm bastian wrote:
Bangers in the school fire buckets, one behind every door at Priory, full of sand, just waiting to be used.
On 13 Jun 2015 at 5:57pm Sussex Jim wrote:
50 years ago, on this date, my father took my sister and I to a station on the Cuckoo line in order to ride, by ourselves, on the last train to Heathfield. I still have the ticket- probably a collectors' item.
In those days it was considered safe to allow young children to travel on public transport alone. But not usual to allow then out unsupervised in the late evening.
And, no: I did not flush the toilet!