Destruction, Demolition and Deconstruction
The Lone Groover says "I've just taken down a pergola with a metre-deep Russian vine over the top. It had nine birds' nests in it, and had rotted all of the cross timbers. It covered the entire lawn and needs a skip of its own." What's the biggest/worst thing you've ever taken down? Tell us your tales of demolition and wanton destruction.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2012, 13:17)
The Lone Groover says "I've just taken down a pergola with a metre-deep Russian vine over the top. It had nine birds' nests in it, and had rotted all of the cross timbers. It covered the entire lawn and needs a skip of its own." What's the biggest/worst thing you've ever taken down? Tell us your tales of demolition and wanton destruction.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2012, 13:17)
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Destruction, Demolition and Deconstruction
My fiance (who is currently awaiting posting permission) once burnt down a cotton mill!
Here is his story.
I lived next door to, what would now be considered, a family of chavs and the eldest son was always getting into scrapes that, to my young mind, bordered on the illegal. (Looking back through the mists of time it is apparent that he was a horrible little thief with a psychopathic streak a mile wide who revelled in breaking the law and other peoples property). My house backed onto said cotton mill which was a semi abandoned 8/10 story building set on waste land. A lot of the local children, myself included, would climb the rusted and rickety fire escape ladder to the fourth floor and get inside through a broken wooden board covering one of the windows. We spent our youthfully lazy days amid it's ramshackle open plan floors kicking around the half empty spools of cotton, exploring the offices, halls and each others underwear.
The ground floor was divided into sections and housed various small businesses including a car body shop.
One evening, my neighbour and I broke into the body shop section. There was precious little to entertain us inside save for some spray paint cans, tools and..... lo, a box of matches!
We started by lighting newspaper we had screwed up, this was even more exciting than just breaking in! We threw on some old rags.....
Before I knew it a conflagration beyond our firefighting capabilities was raging, we panicked and fled in different directions.
Now seperated from my neighbour a time of hiding followed, I don't know how long it was but after I had calmed down enough I ventured back to the scene of our crime to find the whole building ablaze!
Smoke and flames burst forth from every orifice bellowing into the burgeoning dusk as if every window held a flaming loudhailer to it's charred lips. My once beloved playground had been transformed beyond anything my imagination could conjure. Fire engines lined the street, endless firemen battling with soot stained hoses trying to quell my raging inferno of guilt, terror, ransacked lives and ultimately, juddering pride at what we had wrought!
( , Sat 10 Nov 2012, 20:27, 11 replies)
My fiance (who is currently awaiting posting permission) once burnt down a cotton mill!
Here is his story.
I lived next door to, what would now be considered, a family of chavs and the eldest son was always getting into scrapes that, to my young mind, bordered on the illegal. (Looking back through the mists of time it is apparent that he was a horrible little thief with a psychopathic streak a mile wide who revelled in breaking the law and other peoples property). My house backed onto said cotton mill which was a semi abandoned 8/10 story building set on waste land. A lot of the local children, myself included, would climb the rusted and rickety fire escape ladder to the fourth floor and get inside through a broken wooden board covering one of the windows. We spent our youthfully lazy days amid it's ramshackle open plan floors kicking around the half empty spools of cotton, exploring the offices, halls and each others underwear.
The ground floor was divided into sections and housed various small businesses including a car body shop.
One evening, my neighbour and I broke into the body shop section. There was precious little to entertain us inside save for some spray paint cans, tools and..... lo, a box of matches!
We started by lighting newspaper we had screwed up, this was even more exciting than just breaking in! We threw on some old rags.....
Before I knew it a conflagration beyond our firefighting capabilities was raging, we panicked and fled in different directions.
Now seperated from my neighbour a time of hiding followed, I don't know how long it was but after I had calmed down enough I ventured back to the scene of our crime to find the whole building ablaze!
Smoke and flames burst forth from every orifice bellowing into the burgeoning dusk as if every window held a flaming loudhailer to it's charred lips. My once beloved playground had been transformed beyond anything my imagination could conjure. Fire engines lined the street, endless firemen battling with soot stained hoses trying to quell my raging inferno of guilt, terror, ransacked lives and ultimately, juddering pride at what we had wrought!
( , Sat 10 Nov 2012, 20:27, 11 replies)
I'm not quite sure I understand
are you telling his story in 1st person or are you telling us your fiance is a thieving chav?
Either way he shouldn't be so impatient about the post rules by circumventing them by letting you post his story.
( , Sat 10 Nov 2012, 21:39, closed)
are you telling his story in 1st person or are you telling us your fiance is a thieving chav?
Either way he shouldn't be so impatient about the post rules by circumventing them by letting you post his story.
( , Sat 10 Nov 2012, 21:39, closed)
Many apologies, I was using my fiances' membership to post my story. *Suitably chastised*
( , Sat 10 Nov 2012, 22:01, closed)
You're marrying a charmless sociopath?
Felicitations! Let's hope you're amongst his earlier victims.
( , Sun 11 Nov 2012, 13:05, closed)
Felicitations! Let's hope you're amongst his earlier victims.
( , Sun 11 Nov 2012, 13:05, closed)
Blah blah
And further Blah blah.*
*Where is Giddy Aunt when you need her?
( , Tue 13 Nov 2012, 0:17, closed)
And further Blah blah.*
*Where is Giddy Aunt when you need her?
( , Tue 13 Nov 2012, 0:17, closed)
Beautiful act of Shiva
Nice story and well told. Welcome to B3ta and I look forward to reading more of your memoirs. You will fit in well.
( , Sun 11 Nov 2012, 16:32, closed)
Nice story and well told. Welcome to B3ta and I look forward to reading more of your memoirs. You will fit in well.
( , Sun 11 Nov 2012, 16:32, closed)
In all fairness I can see Bathory, with its sociopathic partner and glorification of appalling acts fitting right in with the QOTW crowd to.
( , Mon 12 Nov 2012, 10:04, closed)
( , Mon 12 Nov 2012, 10:04, closed)
OMG!!!!
Righteous indignation and a lot of exclamation marks!!!!!!!
This is a humorous website mo'fo and so you must only conform to the so called troll norm other wise you are not kool for skool baby.
( , Tue 13 Nov 2012, 0:19, closed)
Righteous indignation and a lot of exclamation marks!!!!!!!
This is a humorous website mo'fo and so you must only conform to the so called troll norm other wise you are not kool for skool baby.
( , Tue 13 Nov 2012, 0:19, closed)
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