A Pearoast from 2008
Aged about 16 Des, his old pal Pete and I went to play 9 holes of golf at a country links.

Pete had a habit of telling stories that just might have been true. His father's old Ford Zephyr would do 100 mph. Well his dad was a motor mechanic so you never knew, there were plenty of "hot" Zephyrs around back then. He broke his collarbone doing a bicycle jump over an earth ramp and pulled other idiot teenage boy stunts. I won't say I didn't either, but I was either lucky or had just enough sense to avoid the really stupid stuff. Pete didn't and ten years later he hadn't changed.

After the 9 holes we decided to explore the road works nearby. No fences to keep nosy teenagers out in those days. Des and Pete went over to look at the machinery and I scrambled to the bottom of the cutting. In a crevice lay a stick of gelignite.

I picked it up and opened my mouth to say "Hey look what I found". Then I remembered Pete was there and gods only knew what he would have done, so I shut my mouth and put it back.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 0:49, Reply)