Aah the memories.
My first best mate was a guy called Christian (!)

We got up to loadsa mad stuff.
Stealing chewitts from the supermarket, sliding down hills in car bunkers, being chased by gypsies, spying on glue sniffers in the park... Making and recording a (rather crap childish) song about the people who lived in his street. We used to make ice slides in the street on extremely cold days by pouring cold water all the way down. We didn't actually think other people would fall over...

I was once playing army with him and attempted a daring climb over a shed. He pretended to 'shoot' me and I then fell off, down a slope onto the embankment and then fell DEEP into a pit of nettles that was taller than me... My cries of 'aaaaarghh gemme out, gemme out!' were ignored as he lay on the floor crying from laughter... I was nettled from testicle to teeth.
My pain was worth it though to see him get ambushed on his bike the next week. A kid from his neighbourhood spotted him cycling along and stuck a stick through his spokes... All of a sudden he was airborne and 'grinded' across a wooden fence CHEST FIRST... Painful? VERY!

Yes, we suffered a lot of pain in those days... falling out of tree's and stuff.

We also used to (for some reason)stand at the side of roadside puddles after a heavy rain and taunt drivers into splashing us...

Aaaah the lost innocence of working class boyhood.

He is also guilty of turning me into a smoker.

Turns out he's now gay and works in boots on the perfume counter.He has also quit smoking.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 28 Jul 2006, 22:06, Reply)