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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In a place called 'Wellington', many moons ago....
I'd been out of the lash with my good friend Matt, and we were on the way home from an epic night of debauchery with the goth girls in the local heavy metal pub (good, dirty, times!) when we came to the local bus depot which was closed for the night, all the little buses tucked up for sleepy times. The depot was on a short road, linking two of the main through roads into the town, one leading to Morrison's and the other to the centre of town, and on one of these main through roads there were some road works taking place. They had left far too many bollards and barriers knocking about, and it suddenly seemed that the most obvious thing in the world to do was to move the roadworks and block off the bus depot completely.
For over an hour, in the dark and cold biting wind we toddled to and drunkenly fro, moving cone and light, barrier and bollard, until we had completely zoned off both entrances to the depot, it looked like a professional job too. Just as the last cone went down, we heard a sound that struck fear into our hearts. WOOOOOOOOOOO! Accompanied by a quick flash of a rotating blue light. Our whole escapade had been seen by two of Her Majesty's finest, and as we had left enough cones etc to still cover off the actual roadworks, thus causing no immediate danger, they had decided to let us finish our task, before busting us and making us move everything back to whence it came. 'Alright lads?'
'Err, yeah'
'Going to put that back are you'
'Yeah'
Another hour and a half later, they came back round, just as the last cone went back into its original position.
It had long stopped seeming funny, and had also began to rain. I was now sober.
I still hope for another opportunity to rectify this injustice, the road is full of pot holes and is due a bit of work again...I'm waiting, waiting......
( , Tue 12 Oct 2010, 16:54, 1 reply)
I'd been out of the lash with my good friend Matt, and we were on the way home from an epic night of debauchery with the goth girls in the local heavy metal pub (good, dirty, times!) when we came to the local bus depot which was closed for the night, all the little buses tucked up for sleepy times. The depot was on a short road, linking two of the main through roads into the town, one leading to Morrison's and the other to the centre of town, and on one of these main through roads there were some road works taking place. They had left far too many bollards and barriers knocking about, and it suddenly seemed that the most obvious thing in the world to do was to move the roadworks and block off the bus depot completely.
For over an hour, in the dark and cold biting wind we toddled to and drunkenly fro, moving cone and light, barrier and bollard, until we had completely zoned off both entrances to the depot, it looked like a professional job too. Just as the last cone went down, we heard a sound that struck fear into our hearts. WOOOOOOOOOOO! Accompanied by a quick flash of a rotating blue light. Our whole escapade had been seen by two of Her Majesty's finest, and as we had left enough cones etc to still cover off the actual roadworks, thus causing no immediate danger, they had decided to let us finish our task, before busting us and making us move everything back to whence it came. 'Alright lads?'
'Err, yeah'
'Going to put that back are you'
'Yeah'
Another hour and a half later, they came back round, just as the last cone went back into its original position.
It had long stopped seeming funny, and had also began to rain. I was now sober.
I still hope for another opportunity to rectify this injustice, the road is full of pot holes and is due a bit of work again...I'm waiting, waiting......
( , Tue 12 Oct 2010, 16:54, 1 reply)
So hang on.
You're waiting for the opportunity to be a drunken twat again, as Bastard Babylon committed a gross injustice on you by making you NOT be a twat?
( , Wed 13 Oct 2010, 11:48, closed)
You're waiting for the opportunity to be a drunken twat again, as Bastard Babylon committed a gross injustice on you by making you NOT be a twat?
( , Wed 13 Oct 2010, 11:48, closed)
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