Hall life...
Back when I was in halls at uni in 1994/95 there was a running (friendly) fued between myself and another lad on my corridor. It all started one Friday when I had the day off and had a big lie in after a heavy night out. I could hear something going on outside my room, but thought nothing of it as I was in a semi-comatic state. As I slept later and later I could hear people talking and sounding quite repulsed.

I continued to lie there, the hangover wearing off ever so gradually. Eventually, a combination of needing the toilet, curiousity and the fact that it had started to get dark again made me think it was about time to get up.

I opened my door and walked out of my room....stopped, and looked back at what had caught my eye. Pinned to my door was a skin of a rodent, most likely a rat. What really got me was that the ears were still attached to this carcass.

1-0 to them.

I needed revenge, and I needed it quick. Two nights later on the Sunday night I found myself with the opportunity to sneak into his room and think of something on the spot....so, I turned his light off and decided to unscrew it...not just from the light fitting, but the actual glass from the screw part with the hope that it would explode when he turned on.

Nice idea, except he came into the room and turned the light on just as I let go of it. It didn't explode, thankfully, put it did make a popping noise....and shorted out the whole corridor.

So, still 1-0.

He made it 2-0 when we were driving home from a pizza place one night a few weeks later. Knowing full well I hate going very fast in cars he managed to hit 80mph in a 30mph zone, and I was totally crapping myself.

Then he made it 3-0 a few days later by ramming a university sign under my door whilst I was out, which meant I had great trouble opening it.

I needed a big revenge....and I carried on with the signs theme. I wanted to stitch him up and get him in trouble. So, one night I was out and I proceeded to unscrew several signs from several pubs and businesses in the city centre. The intention was to take them home, tip off the pubs and businesses that he'd got them and then sneak into his room and hide them.

Best laid plans and all that - I'd even got a friend to help me lug the plethora of signs back (12 in total). Except we'd decided to walk, got spotted by the police, took the ill advised decision to run away and hide after dropping the signs. After crouching in some bushes for a good few minutes, we were eventually hauled out by a couple of burly coppers and dragged into separate vans and questioned about AN ARMED ROBBERY (!!!) for the next three hours before it became apparent that we were indeed just students messing around.

There were no more jokes from either party after that, just laughs at how stupid I'd been. Oh well.
(lo-fi_shop_assistant, Mon 13 Nov 2006, 19:23, Reply)