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Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
round here we call it either thunder and lightning or Bell-fast
i'm bored too, why don't we prank call the BBC with a bomb scare for your work, so you can go to the pub.
Missy Jem wrote: Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
Scousers you see, any form of social deviance short of car theft doesn't even twicth their meter.
I suggest either of the following if your place of enslavement overlooks a street......
- glue a fiver to the pavement. This works best if you can get some prep time and get a good hard coat of poly-urathane varnish on it.
or 2. I have to tell this as a story, it's too good no to.
mate of mine lands into the house one day with 2 beers in his hand, and says, "have these, you wouldn't believe how i got them. i was coming up the street, and there they are just sitting there in the road. I bent down to pick em up and next thing there's fucking incomming fire from something very light, so i grabbed them and legged it".
3 hours later another mate calls...."we were up in Rab's attick today with his air-rifle, we stuck 2 tins of beer out in the road and plugged anyone who got near them, until some bastard just scooped them an ran off with the slugs twattin the wall behind him."
Missy Jem wrote: See i knew i could rely on you two to play out!
We aim to please :)
(inevitably tho the seat and the floor get their share)
Missy Jem wrote: Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
haha i knew you meant KNOCK AND RUN you bowlhead. haha. never called it knock and DOOR (DUHHHH!!!) run.
anyway, the urchins call it smash and burn nowadays round by ours.
...and yeah it was TICK. TIG???? what the....? hello hello.
Man Hunt was me fave as a kid anyway.
Brittish Bulldogs[1] and hedgehopping were my 2 events, both facilitated by an astoniching Rhino-esque charge I developed at an early age as an anti-bully measure.
Nothing like a good grand national of a hedge hop, we once did a course that was a goot 1/4mile that ended in a garden we called "the chair" which involved jumping a 2 ft headge, followed by a 12ft drop into a rockery, it was chosen as the end because even the survivors couldn't have made the berlin wall thing at the other side of the garden.
[1]wonder what they played up the Falls?
john kershaw wrote:
Missy Jem wrote: Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
haha i knew you meant KNOCK AND RUN you bowlhead. haha. never called it knock and DOOR (DUHHHH!!!) run.
anyway, the urchins call it smash and burn nowadays round by ours.
...and yeah it was TICK. TIG???? what the....? hello hello.
Man Hunt was me fave as a kid anyway.
I thought that, even Kershaw couldn't be that thick.
I go garden hopping not hedge hopping. Usually when i get in from a club at 3 in the morning. My neighbours love me. Another favourite is swapping over everyone's hanging baskets and pots!
Steve Campbell wrote: Brittish Bulldogs[1] and hedgehopping were my 2 events, both facilitated by an astoniching Rhino-esque charge I developed at an early age as an anti-bully measure.
Nothing like a good grand national of a hedge hop, we once did a course that was a goot 1/4mile that ended in a garden we called "the chair" which involved jumping a 2 ft headge, followed by a 12ft drop into a rockery, it was chosen as the end because even the survivors couldn't have made the berlin wall thing at the other side of the garden.
[1]wonder what they played up the Falls?
British Bulldog, by eck. Brings back memories. I get a bit competitive and ended up kicking the boys for beating us!
Ive got a good story about knock-a-door run we was in a gang of about 10 of us all about the same age as each other 13to 15 years old knockd on this asian mans door waited till he opend the door gave him aload of verbal he fookin legd it after us all round rusholme and moss side fookin funny as fuck never forget it.
Desmond Tierney wrote: Ive got a good story about knock-a-door run we was in a gang of about 10 of us all about the same age as each other 13to 15 years old knockd on this asian mans door waited till he opend the door gave him aload of verbal he fookin legd it after us all round rusholme and moss side fookin funny as fuck never forget it.
You rebel. It's great bein bad!
Desmond Tierney wrote: Ive got a good story about knock-a-door run we was in a gang of about 10 of us all about the same age as each other 13to 15 years old knockd on this asian mans door waited till he opend the door gave him aload of verbal he fookin legd it after us all round rusholme and moss side fookin funny as fuck never forget it.
You rebel. It's great bein bad!
john kershaw wrote: bogrolling someones house is the best.
How much bog roll do you use, could be costly trying to do it to a mansion...
Missy Jem wrote:
john kershaw wrote:
Missy Jem wrote: Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
haha i knew you meant KNOCK AND RUN you bowlhead. haha. never called it knock and DOOR (DUHHHH!!!) run.
anyway, the urchins call it smash and burn nowadays round by ours.
...and yeah it was TICK. TIG???? what the....? hello hello.
Man Hunt was me fave as a kid anyway.
I thought that, even Kershaw couldn't be that thick.
I go garden hopping not hedge hopping. Usually when i get in from a club at 3 in the morning. My neighbours love me. Another favourite is swapping over everyone's hanging baskets and pots!
My mate Esther used to to the strangest things on her way home...she'd deliberately take the wrong street and head cross country through gardens and stuff, she ended up sleeping in shed one night cos it was so dark she got lost.....she arrived at my door (having got 95% of the way home she felt that calling for me at 0700hrs would be better) with a small garnden fork and a plant pot, offering them as gifts for my hospitality. Shoreham-by-Sea chick...totally nuts.
Bricking end walls is a good one. 4 or 5 people launching 2 "halfers" (half brick, or anything equivalent in mass) at a gable is a fucking serious wake up for those inside ( I know, i've been there). Fishing line on the door knocker BTW, which always sounds like it couldn't posibly work, actually does work at least 5 times before most people work it out. milkbottle (petrol optional) attatched to string attached to door also good, when door opens bottle smashes. Same trick with bottle tied accross road works a treat too, unlses the next car's a police landrover....DOH!
If i could find a Mansion. aint no Kevin Nolan Houses near me u know. mainly garden sheds set up in terraced house form.
one family in our street has even got a big inflatable frosty the snowman in between her front door and front window outside. i could bogroll Frosty tomorrow morning i suppose, before they're up. or ciggie pop it on the way home tonight.
...and then Run!!!!!!!!!
Missy Jem wrote:
john kershaw wrote: bogrolling someones house is the best.
How much bog roll do you use, could be costly trying to do it to a mansion...
i used to attend a youth club in my sapling days, and said youthclub was in a church building. The gents toilets had a ceiling about 40 feet up. We launched "sputnicks", essentially as much wet bogroll as could be safely hefted such a height, at a rate of one per piss for months. After several months of this, the roof was coated to a depth of about 2 feet and looked less than stable.then they withdrew the bog roll and stuffed even the shitter with paper towells instead(ouch!), so we used those anyway, it took more effort to soak them, and the results were hit and miss, but they sufficed, intermingled with proper asswipes liberated from the girl's bogs. One night I looked up as another chap was preparing a particularly suicidal looking parper towel bomb, and remarked, that's never gonna last another week man, look, it's hanging off at tha corner, right off at the root of it. He dismissed my warnings and bid me fuck off. As I succesfully fucked off through the door, i heaard him fire, followed by the telltale double splat of a failed adhesion returning to earth. Then i heard an earsplitting cry and a sound like a wet matress hitting a vat of yoghurt. Out he came covered in decaying bathroom products, and looking more than a little injured by the experience. the scene inside was pricless....the whole place was ankle deep in bogroll in varying conditions of moisture, and to add poetry to it, it had cleaned a dodgy pipe off the wall on it's way down and water was pissing onto it all. I left.
Steve Campbell wrote:
Missy Jem wrote: Oh bloody hell, it's regional differences again.
It's where you knock on somebody's door and run off (the name speaks for itself you numpty)!
We also played TIG although i believe some areas call it the very gay "TICK"
Scousers you see, any form of social deviance short of car theft doesn't even twicth their meter.
There are one or two "Scousers" who are well behaved in this city you know.
Well I'm STILL bored....how about we pick a company at random and all email their customer services with complaints about "your company's disgraceful behaviour yesterday".
How about putting a five pound note on the end of a long thread (attach with sellotape) hide a few yards away and every time someone spots the note and goes to pick it up you whip it away by pulling the thread 
I've just spent an hour sellotaping all my colleagues pens, pencils, and stuff up the wall and across the ceiling. Took ages, but the look on her face!
Anybody got any superglue, gonna do the phones next!
madam I am humbled.
When I was in America my brother and one of my mates turned my room upside down. the bed, the chairs, all my studio equipment, the TV, they even took all the litter they found on the floor ( and some more) and glued it to the roof. Even after sorting my bed out, climbing in to suffer my jetlag...I wasn't safebecause my presence in the room started softening the glue and fucking beer tins started raining on me.
Steve Campbell wrote:
madam I am humbled.
When I was in America my brother and one of my mates turned my room upside down. the bed, the chairs, all my studio equipment, the TV, they even took all the litter they found on the floor ( and some more) and glued it to the roof. Even after sorting my bed out, climbing in to suffer my jetlag...I wasn't safebecause my presence in the room started softening the glue and fucking beer tins started raining on me.
Brilliant! Genius!
I have a devillish streak and love it when people do stuff like that. I once spent 15 minutes sniggering in a cupboard just so i could jump out on my ex when he came home!
I think someone is going to have to ensure that you and i don't get within 25 feet of each other, there could be an explosion. Hell I even do thuff like that to my computer and other mchines when no organic victim can be found.
ok not a prank, but the result of Linux and boredeom...
I taught it new commands for opening and closing the CDrom
lick (close drawer) swallow (close drawer and read) spit (eject) and my favourite, even tho it's not dirty...in order to get it to open the drawer, wait 5 secs for me to change dics, then close, I type.....
"say ah!"
OK, I know that "cool things I did on my computer" has never been and never will be a subject that impresses women, but who cares.
You are too clever.
I don't think we should be allowed to talk to each other on the NOOLer day though.
I predict a riot!
Steve Campbell wrote: Well I'm STILL bored....how about we pick a company at random and all email their customer services with complaints about "your company's disgraceful behaviour yesterday".
snap. roll on 5. shouldn't have went the pub last night to watch Yanaat-ed.
john kershaw wrote:
Steve Campbell wrote: Well I'm STILL bored....how about we pick a company at random and all email their customer services with complaints about "your company's disgraceful behaviour yesterday".
snap. roll on 5. shouldn't have went the pub last night to watch Yanaat-ed.
OOOOOOOH you must be about ready to sell your soul to be outta there by now.
Jem, remind me to tell you all the ways to make a sound engineer go crazy, AFTER NOOLday.
For now, all I'm saying is this...a sampler, and a whole bank of samples of.....feedback!
Well, yes, but you can hardly talk. if you were any more mental I'd turn up at yer house with a ring and a proposal :)
