Ah the joys of the shed
experienced the shed reguarly from the age of 14 until I left - my trick to try & be let in to the house (this was often after an HGV trailer load of booze) was to throw lots of stones at the large oil tank (for the central heating) that was directly underneath my parents bedroom window... BOOM! BOOM! etc until I was either let in or threatened with the rozzers unless I went in to the shed. I even eventually got used to the smell of goat shit that had permiated the wooden walls.
( lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:26, 1 reply)

A shed brother !
Fucking excellent - I thought this form of weird child abuse was reserved for yours truly.... Then again, they were very nice curtains. Very nice indeed.
( SpankyHanky, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:32, closed)

You had curtains!
Pah! That's luxury mate. I used to dream of curtains (admitedly a different type of curtain). I think we should form the International Brotherhood of Teenage Shedism & the logo should be one of those little sticks for stirring paint that all decent sheds should contain.
( lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:50, closed)

Sounds like a fucking plan, mate
The worst shed-related outrage of that summer was when my dad decided to varnish the fucker one bright and sunny Saturday morning. While I was asleep inside. I swear I thought I was Jesus when I woke up. And the grass was slithering like a serpent. And the sky was a strange shade of pink with purple and vermillion blotches.

Closest I'll ever get to a Jimi Hendrix experience, that was...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:56, closed)

I have such a stick!
I couldn't live without it.

I have a shed as well but my son is only 2 so it might be a bit cruel to keep him in there.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:57, closed)