My Dad and brother, working together.
My dad used to tinker with motorbikes. He had a few around, and sometimes used to canibalise one as spares for another.

One day he was having a cleanup, and wanted to take the old frame from one to the dump. So he got a hacksaw, sawed it in half and stuck it in the boot of the car.

When he got home, he found my brother, who was 5 at the time, had thought this a rather jolly wheeze, and had sawed his own perfectly serviceable bicycle in half.
(username failed moderation, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 16:12, 7 replies)

Ahhhhhhahahahahahahahaha! Did he punt your little brother across the room in anger?
My mum (and probably every mum, thinking on it) tells of how when taking me shopping when I was a ween, she'd end up with double the amount as I immitated her putting stuff into the trolley.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 16:20, closed)

What about the stuff she put in her coat?

( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 17 Nov 2011, 16:34, closed)

She don't wear a coat 'cos she likes to show off her tats.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 16:46, closed)

T A I Ts

Fixed it for you
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 16:59, closed)

Leaving a hacksaw within easy reach of an unsupervised 5 year old?
Quality parenting.

As a nipper, I once took a pair of pliers to my dad's spine. Think he came quite close to belting me one, for that.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 17 Nov 2011, 20:25, closed)

This was in the 1970's
in fact early 1970s. There was no such thing as parenting.

We had bedrooms with a 30' drop onto concrete, with no locks on the windows. A large garden pond to play around, when we weren't wandering aimlessly off into the road, or smashing up the derelict houses dotted around the town - we lived in Biggin Hill, there were a fair few WWII bomb craters around for us to play in too. Not to mention the famous airfield, which was securely bound by a tatty hedge. Cycle up the runway anyone?

A hacksaw was the least of it.
(username failed moderation, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 9:59, closed)

We broke into an international airport one new years eve about 14 years ago
and played a game of football on the runway (for about ten minutes before we figured we were tempting fate and should get going whilst the going was good!).
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Sat 19 Nov 2011, 12:01, closed)