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on a roll..
growing up in a large country village with town-like aspirations in the arse end of nowhere, summer holidays were dull affairs so we had to add excitement ourselves. when i say excitement i mean generally being little destructive, annoying bastards who, looking back, deserved more good hidings.
as already mentioned i grew up in the countryside, surrounded by fields, rivers and lakes and whatnot. think the shire with chavs. so anyway, one particularly sunny summer holiday day, me and my 12 year old friends were mooching about, kicking dirt about, when one of us spots the local farmers huge rolls of hay, all dotted along the field. now, this field was basically the side of a hill, and this hill was quite steep. wouldn't it be fun to push those bails/rolls of hay down the hill!!!
now, these rolls of hay are big buggers, and they take a good few of us to get rolling, but when they do, what fun!!....for 3 minutes anyway.
3 or 4 rolls of hay later and boredom sets in again....hmmm what to do....someone reaches into their little bastards tool-kit and produces a lighter. now we're talking!! great bails of fire!!!!! light the bail from the front, let it get really ripping, run round the back and puuuush! we must have set fire to a good few of these when some rotter spoiled our fun :( the sirens tell us the firebrigade are on their way. so we scarper. but as we all know, people always return to the scene of the crime. curiosity gets the better of us so we go down and chat to the firemen as theyre about their business, looking as innocent as can be. 'no, we never saw anyone or anything, we just saw the smoke and heard the sirens from way on yonder and came to see what was going on mister'. what cheeky little shits we were.
it wasn't the only year we did that either. sorry mr farmer.
(Sat 9th Oct 2010, 11:14, More)
on a roll..
growing up in a large country village with town-like aspirations in the arse end of nowhere, summer holidays were dull affairs so we had to add excitement ourselves. when i say excitement i mean generally being little destructive, annoying bastards who, looking back, deserved more good hidings.
as already mentioned i grew up in the countryside, surrounded by fields, rivers and lakes and whatnot. think the shire with chavs. so anyway, one particularly sunny summer holiday day, me and my 12 year old friends were mooching about, kicking dirt about, when one of us spots the local farmers huge rolls of hay, all dotted along the field. now, this field was basically the side of a hill, and this hill was quite steep. wouldn't it be fun to push those bails/rolls of hay down the hill!!!
now, these rolls of hay are big buggers, and they take a good few of us to get rolling, but when they do, what fun!!....for 3 minutes anyway.
3 or 4 rolls of hay later and boredom sets in again....hmmm what to do....someone reaches into their little bastards tool-kit and produces a lighter. now we're talking!! great bails of fire!!!!! light the bail from the front, let it get really ripping, run round the back and puuuush! we must have set fire to a good few of these when some rotter spoiled our fun :( the sirens tell us the firebrigade are on their way. so we scarper. but as we all know, people always return to the scene of the crime. curiosity gets the better of us so we go down and chat to the firemen as theyre about their business, looking as innocent as can be. 'no, we never saw anyone or anything, we just saw the smoke and heard the sirens from way on yonder and came to see what was going on mister'. what cheeky little shits we were.
it wasn't the only year we did that either. sorry mr farmer.
(Sat 9th Oct 2010, 11:14, More)