Remember the children...
If we went into Uni from one of my friend's flats, we'd pass a little development of new homes. One of the homes that faced onto the main road had a small child's climbing frame and slide thingy in the front garden. Walking past that house would usually start the discussion about "How 'larious would it be to move that to another garden one night?" Well after a year or so, we finally found out that when really quite drunk, it was (even though one of our number almost chickened out when the thing started to topple over) but crashing avoided, the jape was completed.

Unfortunately, It was like breaking the beer seal on a night out. Wheely bins got stacked 3 or 4 high (still not sure how the hell we managed that) and I seem to remember gnomes moving gradens etc. Nothing really malicious, just pant-wettingly funny.

The coup de gras came when we scaled some huge stone wall into a set of private flats with the sole intention of taking as much graden furniture as we could from the lowest balconies and arranging it on the grass. All going well, until our SAS-like tittering woke someone up and they came out with powerful torch shouting like there had been a murder. We legged it and all giggled muchly at the time and for the next few years as well.

That said, if I found someone doing that to me today, I'd probably shoot them (if I had a gun)....
(MonkeyToes is thinking about a back sac and crack on, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 11:49, Reply)