
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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and indeed older than my grandad was- from 1904 to be exact.
I was trying to sleep in a room in college between classes, but not really succeeding as the only places to rest were less comfortable than being told intimate details of your parents love live. There were a couple of old desks in the corner that people sometimes used to give presentations from, but generally left alone because they were so old.
I decided to open one out of boredom and found a load of grafitti from 1904 all the way up to 1912, mstly just names and dates- some had faded through time. The Undersecretary of the benchers had written his name and his weekly wages- followed by the line - "and not half enough I say". There were old bills for coal and book binding, as well as one old newspaper article warning about the rise of the Liberals. It was like a window in the past.
Sad to think any of the original students who wrote on it probably died in the trenches.
( , Sat 9 Oct 2010, 11:27, 1 reply)

'less comfortable than details of parents love life'. Nice sentiment for the old boys lost, that gets a click.
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