Running...
There have been quite a few incidents, as my formulative years growing up in a relatively small village near grimsby, and the inevitable boredom that comes with that means that you turn to petty crime and criminal damage for something to do.
Things that spring to mind are...

There was a building company putting up new houses in the village, and one night me and my mate thought it would be funny to spell out "f**k off" in bricks. Next night, whilst walking past we see the reply "boll**ks", obviously the builders. So we start to rearrange the bricks again and hear a noise, turn to see a big guy running for us - we run and he starts shouting, we assume to this day that he was one of the pissed off brickies that arrived to work in the morning to find our messase (more likely he was annoyed at the "number two" i used as a full stop.)

Random sillyness with an air rifle and windows, again - couple of chases, one i do remember though - the guy saw us and involved the police, we got a severe talking too both from them and our respective parents, still - revenge was sweet. He had a fish pond in his front garden, but there was tetney lock just down the road (river and weir etc), so a pike was duly caught and dumped in his pond - decimated his fish population LOL....

Now the last running away incident i can remember - i was out in town on the lash with my mate, now i'm not much of a fighter - i dont normally get involved. We are stood at the taxi rank when this guy, out of his head comes up and starts shouting and pushing my mate, now i'd had a bad day and the night hadn't gone that well either so i just turned and hit him as hard as i could - he just turned and looked straight at me, thats when my mate hit him, he turned back to look at him as we both ran as fast as we could..............



*runs
(Aleister Crowleys Badger Nothing to see here, Sun 13 Aug 2006, 0:09, Reply)