Petty Sabotage
I once put magnets on my brothers collection of ZX81 cassettes, so when he attempted to play them, they were full of errors and yet apparently undamaged. Can you beat that? Tell us your tales of petty sabotage.
( , Wed 4 May 2005, 10:59)
I once put magnets on my brothers collection of ZX81 cassettes, so when he attempted to play them, they were full of errors and yet apparently undamaged. Can you beat that? Tell us your tales of petty sabotage.
( , Wed 4 May 2005, 10:59)
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Pool Furniture Antics
I'm blissfully innocent of the events related in this tale...
My brother and a friend, in response to the perceived haranguing of my group of holiday friends by annoying french security guards (wehat exactly is wrong with hollering and whooing your way through a family-oriented campsite at 4am?) proceeded on our last night to sneak into the swimming pool area (which was huge and full of loungers, chairs, parasols etc.), and place every single item of furniture in the pool. It took three hours. Unfortunately, just as they finished, said security guards shone torches over the pool and proceeded to give chase. They escaped, and merrily sailed back to Blighty with a warm feeling of victory in their hearts. This feeling was somewhat damaged when, just as we got in the house, a phone call arrived from a friend still at the campsite saying he had been blamed and was going to be chucked off unless my brother phoned and admitted his guilt. Which was rather embarrassing. They still let us go back though...fools!
( , Sat 7 May 2005, 17:58, Reply)
I'm blissfully innocent of the events related in this tale...
My brother and a friend, in response to the perceived haranguing of my group of holiday friends by annoying french security guards (wehat exactly is wrong with hollering and whooing your way through a family-oriented campsite at 4am?) proceeded on our last night to sneak into the swimming pool area (which was huge and full of loungers, chairs, parasols etc.), and place every single item of furniture in the pool. It took three hours. Unfortunately, just as they finished, said security guards shone torches over the pool and proceeded to give chase. They escaped, and merrily sailed back to Blighty with a warm feeling of victory in their hearts. This feeling was somewhat damaged when, just as we got in the house, a phone call arrived from a friend still at the campsite saying he had been blamed and was going to be chucked off unless my brother phoned and admitted his guilt. Which was rather embarrassing. They still let us go back though...fools!
( , Sat 7 May 2005, 17:58, Reply)
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