Morning After SouvenirsI once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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You Shall Not Pass!In which Purple Martin stopped traffic (for the wrong reason, unfortunately).
In my first year at Uni I had a habit of collecting bollards, flashing yellow roadworks lights, etc. Every morning I'd wake up to find a couple more of said items in my room. Sometimes there was even a 'ROAD CLOSED' sign or two.
It got to the point that I could hardly move around my room for all the council-clutter. So I hatched a cunning plan, and later that very night I swung (staggered drunkenly) into action...
I closed off an entire, admittedly quite small, road. Yep, there were ROAD CLOSED signs, dozens of bollards, and plenty of those yellow flashing lights. Very impressive if I say so myself (and if you happen to be interested, the street in question was Upper Marsh in Lambeth).
Length? It stayed closed for four whole days, with annoyed looking drivers trying to turn into their usual short-cut then having to reverse back out into main-road traffic. Only on the fifth day did the council come and unblock my road. Yes, that's right, I now consider it to be MY road, forever more, because for four entire days I OWNED that road. Hell Yeah!
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Purple Martin is board sigless, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 7:56,
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fantasticI've always thought that could be done. Good work sir.
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This has just reminded me...When I was about 14, there were some roadworks near where I lived and they'd put up some temporary traffic lights as the roadworks were on a bend and you couldn't see the opposite end. These lights were controlled by a timer in a locked metal box on a stand between the lights. Except they hadn't locked the box. Some little shit* decided, having studied the dials for about a minute, to turn everything up to the maximum and then sat there for an hour or so with his mates watching the chaos unfold and the queues grow.
We were still there when the Plod turned up an hourish later, but they didn't ask us whether we'd done it or if we knew who'd been fucking about with the box... Being all growed up and sensible now, I wonder what would have happened if someone had needed an Ambliance or summat...
*Possibly me...
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His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sat 28 Apr 2012, 23:59,
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