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My friend M had a granny who lived in a flat above the hairdressers next to the cinema.
When I was old enough to go to the Saturday pictures with my friend we would go up to granny's for milk and digestive biscuits after the films.
In those days girls would have beehive hairdos plastered with that sticky hairspray to last the week.
We didn't eat the digestives. When we heard the bell on the hairdresser's door we would lean out of the window and crumple the biscuits down onto their hair.
All these years later I still feel ashamed and guilty.
So what have you done in the past that still makes you blush?
When I was old enough to go to the Saturday pictures with my friend we would go up to granny's for milk and digestive biscuits after the films.
In those days girls would have beehive hairdos plastered with that sticky hairspray to last the week.
We didn't eat the digestives. When we heard the bell on the hairdresser's door we would lean out of the window and crumple the biscuits down onto their hair.
All these years later I still feel ashamed and guilty.
So what have you done in the past that still makes you blush?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I wasn't a naughty or mischievous child. But I have distinct memories of being so when about 6 or 7. Standing in a queue waiting to use a water fountain at school. It was the type that is a recess in the wall. I pushed the head of the poor child in front of me...bang! I've no idea and can't recall why I did it. I still feel remorse.
I remember being on a double decker bus, going through built up shopping area in Bristol, and me and my sister thought it good funny to poke our tongue out at strangers. The last laugh was on us, when a couple who we'd just stuck out our tongues at, was on a bus stop, where our bus let them on. We were frightened they'd come up the stairs and tell us off, or worse! We never done it again...
That happened in the granny's block of flats, Barry. They were built with doors facing each other.
Boys...it was always boys...did what you did. M and I didn't but enjoyed peeping to watch folk trying to open doors.
I brought a dog home once, Wolf...and I'm not too fond of dogs...??
The only things I've ever sort of stolen, Pasta were golf balls that we considered lost though they were still rolling. My uncle was the golf pro and we'd sell them back to him for pennies.
Scary when you're almost caught, Patsy. :-)
Boys...it was always boys...did what you did. M and I didn't but enjoyed peeping to watch folk trying to open doors.
I brought a dog home once, Wolf...and I'm not too fond of dogs...??
The only things I've ever sort of stolen, Pasta were golf balls that we considered lost though they were still rolling. My uncle was the golf pro and we'd sell them back to him for pennies.
Scary when you're almost caught, Patsy. :-)
In a previous village, there were a number of young lads who skateboarded. I liked to help them out.
They would come into my workshop with drawings of weird skating ramps, channels and pipe rails. Things they used for skating along.
One was a couple of boards fixed like a pyramid with a length of steel scaffold tube on top, so they could scoot along on two wheels.
This stuff was in the middle of the (very quiet) road. If a car came, they would quickly move it all.
Except for one time.
A farmer's wife was driving by. The lads spooked and ran away leaving it all behind.
I can still hear the graunching sound as she ripped off the engine sump completely.
Needless to say....... I ran away as well.
Forgive me Father Gness, for I have sinned. :o(
They would come into my workshop with drawings of weird skating ramps, channels and pipe rails. Things they used for skating along.
One was a couple of boards fixed like a pyramid with a length of steel scaffold tube on top, so they could scoot along on two wheels.
This stuff was in the middle of the (very quiet) road. If a car came, they would quickly move it all.
Except for one time.
A farmer's wife was driving by. The lads spooked and ran away leaving it all behind.
I can still hear the graunching sound as she ripped off the engine sump completely.
Needless to say....... I ran away as well.
Forgive me Father Gness, for I have sinned. :o(
When beehive hairdos were the fashion (early Sixties) I worked for a very old-fashioned insurance company based in the backward provinces, and witnessed an appalling incident. One day a delightful girl came to work with a bee-hive hairstyle (and very nice it looked) but she was summoned to the female personnel manager's office and after severely reprimanding her the manager actually pulled the girl's beehive out.
Thankfully these days that would count as bullying/assault, but was not untypical of the way that place was run (I got the sack later for "contravening" their harsh Dickensian rules).
Thankfully these days that would count as bullying/assault, but was not untypical of the way that place was run (I got the sack later for "contravening" their harsh Dickensian rules).
When me and a mate were 8 years of age, we used to throw stones at milk bottles which were still on doorsteps on our way home from school. I think we got away with it for at least a week, until somebody snitched. I was a little shaken when plod came calling one night. Ah well it was fun while it lasted.
I was a quiet child, didn't really get into trouble.... Apart from being o talk myself in and out of trouble. This got worse as I grew older and stopped being afraid of what might happen. Not being able to read people was a problem so I didn't always pick up that I had pushed things too far but looking back on my life with the knowledge of why I was as I was I realise I am very very lucky to still be here.