During halloween one year......when I was 14, me and my mates went to this private estate where loads of rich zeppelin lived in surrey.
We were going around throwing eggs, flour etc at peoples houses - the usual malarkey - and there was this big watermelon off house where we knew this kid - right spoilt little prick - so we decided to offload our entire stock of eggs and flour at this house - until this big black fella (security guard) came flying out of the gates in his land rover, lights on, beeping like epileptic on speed.
We managed to get away by jumping into another persons garden and trekking through it into the next main road - only to be greeted by this group of younger American kids, we wanted to get them - but we had no ammo - so we just shouted abuse instead – the little squirts ran off crying.
We walked 20 meters down the road, when, completely by surprise this car came spinning around the corner, we thought “shit it’s that nutter again – RUN!” but it was too late, before we knew it this car pulled up right in front of us – but it wasn’t the nutter – it was the estate security guard, I was gutted – I thought he was on to us, then:
Guard: “OI – what are you doing here?”
Me: “We are playing trick or treat”
Guard: “ok, be aware there are some thugs about the estate – so be careful”
Me: “yeh – we just got ambushed by these kids, they just left us minutes ago running up there!”
He then got in his car sharpish, speeding off down the road.
All in all, it was a great night – the best bit was picking up the local paper the following week reading about these American kids (10-12 years old) being held in the security guards hut, terrified and scared – “victims of abuse from local vandals” – it also went on to mention the level of damage this kids house got from these eggs and flour – “frozen on windows” and “across car windows”.
(We were going around throwing eggs, flour etc at peoples houses - the usual malarkey - and there was this big watermelon off house where we knew this kid - right spoilt little prick - so we decided to offload our entire stock of eggs and flour at this house - until this big black fella (security guard) came flying out of the gates in his land rover, lights on, beeping like epileptic on speed.
We managed to get away by jumping into another persons garden and trekking through it into the next main road - only to be greeted by this group of younger American kids, we wanted to get them - but we had no ammo - so we just shouted abuse instead – the little squirts ran off crying.
We walked 20 meters down the road, when, completely by surprise this car came spinning around the corner, we thought “shit it’s that nutter again – RUN!” but it was too late, before we knew it this car pulled up right in front of us – but it wasn’t the nutter – it was the estate security guard, I was gutted – I thought he was on to us, then:
Guard: “OI – what are you doing here?”
Me: “We are playing trick or treat”
Guard: “ok, be aware there are some thugs about the estate – so be careful”
Me: “yeh – we just got ambushed by these kids, they just left us minutes ago running up there!”
He then got in his car sharpish, speeding off down the road.
All in all, it was a great night – the best bit was picking up the local paper the following week reading about these American kids (10-12 years old) being held in the security guards hut, terrified and scared – “victims of abuse from local vandals” – it also went on to mention the level of damage this kids house got from these eggs and flour – “frozen on windows” and “across car windows”.
JamboM,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 16:06,
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I just don't getthat whole trick or treat thing. Why is it OK to do so much damage to someone's house and car? I own my own house, and the little fuckfaces egged it way high up one year. As far as I know (we sold the place) it's still there years later.
It's just vandalism.
And no, I'm not just being old and miserable. It pisses me off.
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 17:14,
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It's just vandalism.
And no, I'm not just being old and miserable. It pisses me off.
me neithersome little git thought he'd egg my motorbike one year. i spotted him starting on it and threw a full cutlery-holder-thing out of the kitchen window at him (i was washing up at the time - it was the nearest thing to hand). it hit him and missed my bike. i wasn't sorry.
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 12:51,
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