Just remembered another one
and this one was actually all my fault. When I was still in school, me and some mates found a 'friendly' off-license that believed our really shoddy and obviously fake IDs that we'd made. So, every Friday we'd go home from school, get changed, meet up down the shops at about 4.30 and buy as much booze as we could afford.

One drunken Friday evening we decided to harass some of our acquaintances who used to go to this shitty youth club nearby. We quickly got bored and took off, and walked a short distance up the road before turning into an alleyway which took us between the playing fields of a primary school on one side and the back gardens of some houses on the others. We were fucking around climbing into the school fields to play in the sandpit and just standing about being rowdy. I flicked a cigarette end over the fence into someone's back garden, thinking nothing of it. Back to the sandpit, but ten minutes later we noticed that someone appeared to be having a bonfire in one of the back gardens. We went back to our fucking around and drinking and took no notice.

Only after another ten minutes or so when the flames are clearly visible over the top of an eight foot fence and we can hear someone who sounded very, very surprised, shocked and angry do we decide that now might be the time to run. We legged it for a half mile or so, then stopped to catch our breath and to debate whether it had actually been our fault. The general consensus was that we were probably going to get blamed anyway, so we briskly made our way out of the locality.

We later found out that the local youth club that we had terrorised earlier that evening had taken the blame for this incident, but we continued to deny all knowledge. If the Police are reading this, you'll never make it stick, you bastards.

Bloody hell, another long one, very sorry. I promise I'll never do it again.
(JamScones, Wed 3 Mar 2004, 12:09, Reply)