To be fair,
I probably invited it, as I had a bit of a habit of destroying their property for fun. But that's no reason to shoot me, is it?
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:09,
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Yorkshire.
Rural bit though. Nothing to do except set fire to hillsides and abandonned cars. Ace fun.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:13,
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Ahhh, yorkshire
Funnily enough that happens in the urban bits as well.
Well, in Bradford anyway
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:14,
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Well, in Bradford anyway
Did you set fire to round bails?
And roll them down hills?
Is it a b3ta thing to be shot at by farmers? I was shot at in a pheasant pen.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:16,
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Is it a b3ta thing to be shot at by farmers? I was shot at in a pheasant pen.
We burnt
about 3 acres of hillside once. But it was an accident, and it wasn't proper farmland, it was all bracken and junk and rocks. Felt a bit bad about that one...
Never burnt bales though.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:25,
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Never burnt bales though.
It's kind of satisfying,
but you have to keep up with them - deosn't look good if they roll through the village in flames with you running after it. Not that that ever happened to me.
We were once playing with matches in a barn, which burnt down a few hours later. Felt bad about that one. A few singed bails never hurt anyone, though.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:32,
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We were once playing with matches in a barn, which burnt down a few hours later. Felt bad about that one. A few singed bails never hurt anyone, though.
Actually, I tell a lie, we did burn bales.
Our local farmer used square bales. We used to use them to start fires with, but we burnt pallettes and stuff like that on top.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:38,
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It's a bit harsh
The first time I was only about 6 and was taking a short cut with my big sisters. We weren't even scrumping.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:11,
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I was about 9 and walking on
a public footpath with my 75 year old grandma. To be fair, he didn't really aim to kill us, just scare us shitless.
<voice of unreason>I hate farmers. Whingeing tory bastards.</unreason>
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:15,
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<voice of unreason>I hate farmers. Whingeing tory bastards.</unreason>
you never told me you were SHOT AT!!
Right, next time we go up there I'll find him (or his next of kin if necessary) and whup his right-wing foxhunting ARSE.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:17,
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I'm sure I told you that story.
He wasn't one of the foxhunting ones though. I think he just hated people in general.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:19,
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I don't CARE.
I'm going to FIND HIM, and then I'm going to HURT HIM.
You don't mess with MY tomsk and get away with it, all right?
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:23,
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You don't mess with MY tomsk and get away with it, all right?
Always complaining
about having no money as they drive around in mercs and bmw's and living in big houses. And scaring little kids with their guns. Evil they are.
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The other time I was a student
and a crowd of us went camping in the Mourne Mountains. A farmers son who we met in a pub said we could camp on his land, but he negleted to tell his dad who thought we were some sort of terrorists using his land as a training camp. Oh how we all laughed when it was sorted out.
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