Vandalism
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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Now visible on Google earth.
About 20 years ago* I was playing waterfights with my brother and then step-brother. We lived in a newish detached house with garage attached, and the garage roof was attached to a small overhanging ledge on the front of the house.
One of my tactics was to jump up, catch the lip of the overhang, and climb onto the roof of the garage -- from there I could drag up a bucket of water, which could either be dropped on my brothers or used to fill a bicycle pump to be used as a "water shotgun".
On one occasion as I pulled the bucket-on-a-rope up I felt my left foot sink quickly, and it was only my youthful quick reactions and agility that kept me from falling off the roof. It turned out I had put my foot through the flat roof of the overhang in front of the garrage.
Now, I should point out that I was the only one capable of routinely climbing onto this roof, because my brother was too short and my step-brother too rotund.
So, I said nothing to anyone and, amazingly, to this day nobody but me knew about it (now you do).
The other week I went on Google Earth and found the house -- the roof still hasn't been repaired, as can be seen from the aerial photo and, if you know to look out for the signs of damp, the street view pic too.
I'm half tempted to send an anonymous letter to the current owner, or even send them a few quid.
*well, between 18 and 21.
( , Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:46, Reply)
About 20 years ago* I was playing waterfights with my brother and then step-brother. We lived in a newish detached house with garage attached, and the garage roof was attached to a small overhanging ledge on the front of the house.
One of my tactics was to jump up, catch the lip of the overhang, and climb onto the roof of the garage -- from there I could drag up a bucket of water, which could either be dropped on my brothers or used to fill a bicycle pump to be used as a "water shotgun".
On one occasion as I pulled the bucket-on-a-rope up I felt my left foot sink quickly, and it was only my youthful quick reactions and agility that kept me from falling off the roof. It turned out I had put my foot through the flat roof of the overhang in front of the garrage.
Now, I should point out that I was the only one capable of routinely climbing onto this roof, because my brother was too short and my step-brother too rotund.
So, I said nothing to anyone and, amazingly, to this day nobody but me knew about it (now you do).
The other week I went on Google Earth and found the house -- the roof still hasn't been repaired, as can be seen from the aerial photo and, if you know to look out for the signs of damp, the street view pic too.
I'm half tempted to send an anonymous letter to the current owner, or even send them a few quid.
*well, between 18 and 21.
( , Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:46, Reply)
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