Thanks for the memories Frank!



When I was 14 or 15 a mate and I were at a summer fete where we robbed a collection box and a ream of stickers from the charity stall. We spent the day wandering about getting money thrown at us without even asking. The Boy Scouts were the official collectors yet, there was the pair of us in our civvies grabbing the loot.

Eventually, some little shit of a Cub Scout spotted us and, as is the Aspergers mentality of the uniform-craving mentalists, decided we needed to be grassed-up to the authorities.

Let me tell you, running through crowds of people, being chased by two policemen, whilst carrying a mayonnaise container full of coins of the realm, is fucking difficult. But we managed to give them the slip by hiding in a horse stall.

We made around forty-odd quid which, back in the late '70's was a small fortune. I spent my half on Airfix kits and sweets. So, if there's any starving Third Worlders looking in, I'm sorry that my lust for injection-moulded polystyrene and sugar-enriched cholesterol builders got in the way of you having a bite to eat or a shiny new goat for your village.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Fri 31 Aug 2007, 14:35, Reply)