Turbo Trundling
I might have done this one before, but if I did then it was years ago, so please forgive me.

In a previous job, the boss wasn't particularly well liked or respected, and used to sod off on business trips for days on end, leaving the rabble to look after themselves.

The workplace was an almost empty industrial unit with a concrete floor, and this proved perfect for 'trundling.' Originally, this amounted to pretending to row your office chair around the room with invisible oars, but it soon evolved into quite an agressive game of trundle football using a plastic washing detergent ball.

When that got boring, we upped the ante and invented 'Turbo Trundling.' This involved opening the big roller door to the car park outside and being towed out at high speed, hanging on to the back of one guy's Yamaha 125. The trick was to let go at the right time and be able to stop before hitting the fence. We didn't always get it right.

I wore out the soles on a pair of trainers in under a month just from braking. As for the office chairs - worn out and broken wheels were the norm. The boss was most upset, as he'd paid for top quality furniture and thought he'd been ripped off. I remember him calling the office supplier round and laying into him for the poor quality of his product. We all felt sorry for the guy because it wasn't his fault, but we still carried on.

Length? I'd say about 25 yards from the back wall of the loading bay to the fence on the other side of the car park.
( Horatio P Lemming, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:33, Reply)