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Stupid Things You Have Done....
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I've just been listening to the Now SHow on R4, they asked the audience what stupid things they have done. One audience member admitted to finding a box of matches and setting a fire at school.
It reminded me of a time when aged 7 or 8 I was playing with a friend and he handcuffs we were playing with wouldn't unlock. Being a resourceful child I went to my Dads workshop and found a hack saw to try and cut the cuffs off, that didn't work so I moved onto a Stanley knife.......
I cannot remember how we did finally get the hand cuffs of but I do look back and wonder how Fay still has both hands and no scars :-(
So what stupid thing have you done as an adult or child?
It reminded me of a time when aged 7 or 8 I was playing with a friend and he handcuffs we were playing with wouldn't unlock. Being a resourceful child I went to my Dads workshop and found a hack saw to try and cut the cuffs off, that didn't work so I moved onto a Stanley knife.......
I cannot remember how we did finally get the hand cuffs of but I do look back and wonder how Fay still has both hands and no scars :-(
So what stupid thing have you done as an adult or child?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.One that springs to mind. I was doing something with a knife, can't remember what, when I noticed that the blade was coming out of the handle, I can fix this I thought, so holding tightly onto the blade I banged the end of handle on a log to force it back into place and of course, slice all four fingers at the same time, lesson learnt!
All sorts. Three come to mind. Two of them are sort of the same, I suppose. I was heading home from primary school, as part of my "growing up" process I was now allowed to do some of this myself rather than be escorted home by Dad. he'd set off to meet me, and I'd set off before he'd got to School and we would meet half-way. Anyway, this particular day, I can't think why, but I decided to take a different route home through a small wood. And so my Dad never did meet me, I got back home without him. Goodness only know how much he was worried, but it was enough so that there was an (anonymous) announcement about it in School the next day...
Another time, I went to spend the afternoon with a friend, but at no point told my parents where I'd gone... again I was all safe but I'm fairly sure that they were on the verge of calling the police, if not having done it already... I know Mum was upset and angry when I got home so she must have been super scared...
Something that really qualifies as stupid, again at Primary School. There is the main road between my house and the school and this one time I just crossed it without looking at all. I'm told that a truck missed me by inches, but I didn't notice... closest I've ever come to death.
I don't even think these are the most stupid incidents (stepping off a bus while it was still moving; falling forward deliberately while trying to demonstrate that this was possible without putting hands in front of me to stop my fall -- I didn't use my hands, but on the way down I thought, "Hang on, the first part that is going to hit the ground is my OWWWWW!!!) , but perhaps they're enough of a taster for now.
Another time, I went to spend the afternoon with a friend, but at no point told my parents where I'd gone... again I was all safe but I'm fairly sure that they were on the verge of calling the police, if not having done it already... I know Mum was upset and angry when I got home so she must have been super scared...
Something that really qualifies as stupid, again at Primary School. There is the main road between my house and the school and this one time I just crossed it without looking at all. I'm told that a truck missed me by inches, but I didn't notice... closest I've ever come to death.
I don't even think these are the most stupid incidents (stepping off a bus while it was still moving; falling forward deliberately while trying to demonstrate that this was possible without putting hands in front of me to stop my fall -- I didn't use my hands, but on the way down I thought, "Hang on, the first part that is going to hit the ground is my OWWWWW!!!) , but perhaps they're enough of a taster for now.
I'm not alone then! Like the idea of a swirly lock though.....
Another of my crackers involves a pencil and an old compass with a very long needle bit.
I had a pencil that the lead was loose in and the lead would slip out. I liked this pencil a lot and wanted another. As I was a resourceful child I picked up my (rusty) compass, clenched my fist around a carefully selected pencil and punched at the lead in the hope of dislodging it.
I missed the pencil and stuck the compass straight through my finger :-(
Another of my crackers involves a pencil and an old compass with a very long needle bit.
I had a pencil that the lead was loose in and the lead would slip out. I liked this pencil a lot and wanted another. As I was a resourceful child I picked up my (rusty) compass, clenched my fist around a carefully selected pencil and punched at the lead in the hope of dislodging it.
I missed the pencil and stuck the compass straight through my finger :-(
My friend, B... in the Irish family down the road had bum length hair which was put in rags for ringlets every night...as did my black haired sister.
Because she hated my colour hair my mum kept mine cut short.
Fed up with the rags B called for me one day with a pair of rusty little shears she found in the garden and asked me to cut her hair like mine...we were about six or seven.
I sat her on the step and cut off the ringlets....it wasn't even so I got a pudding bowl, plonked it on her head and cut another layer around it.
Then, so no one would know....we buried the hair in the garden...we really were that stupid.
B went home, passing my mum on the way down the street.
Fortunately...or maybe not...B's mum had the same name as me....
When my mum met her dad some days later she asked who the hell had cut B's hair!
M****** did it....he replied....did you not know?
What possessed her?.......And you with a barber in the family!!! .....ranted my mother before storming off....angry at B's mum.
It was weeks before my mum found out the M****** was me.....☻
Because she hated my colour hair my mum kept mine cut short.
Fed up with the rags B called for me one day with a pair of rusty little shears she found in the garden and asked me to cut her hair like mine...we were about six or seven.
I sat her on the step and cut off the ringlets....it wasn't even so I got a pudding bowl, plonked it on her head and cut another layer around it.
Then, so no one would know....we buried the hair in the garden...we really were that stupid.
B went home, passing my mum on the way down the street.
Fortunately...or maybe not...B's mum had the same name as me....
When my mum met her dad some days later she asked who the hell had cut B's hair!
M****** did it....he replied....did you not know?
What possessed her?.......And you with a barber in the family!!! .....ranted my mother before storming off....angry at B's mum.
It was weeks before my mum found out the M****** was me.....☻
On exercise, couldn't be bothered to take a shovel with me when I needed to answer a call of nature, decided to go in a small disused hut at the top of the exercsie area, despite warnings from our Instructors that we weren't to use it on any account.
On walking back down the hill, one of the Corporal's asked me where I'd been. When I confessed and told him, he punched me, which I considered a bit drastic in light of my minor offence. Then he made the situation clear:
I'd walked across and through several pounds of explosives that he had rigged and set ready to simulate an air strike for the following morning's exercise.
On walking back down the hill, one of the Corporal's asked me where I'd been. When I confessed and told him, he punched me, which I considered a bit drastic in light of my minor offence. Then he made the situation clear:
I'd walked across and through several pounds of explosives that he had rigged and set ready to simulate an air strike for the following morning's exercise.
Couldn't think of any for a while, but I reckon the stupidest thing I ever did, was go into the attic and open the sky-light and slide down the roof onto the top of the bay windows roof.
Must have been in the region of 50' above ground level.
The dolls and I had a lovely tea-party.
Neighbour across the road phoned Mum.
I now am terrified of heights and have no idea how on earth I didn't go off the top and land in the front garden.
Would have been about 3 or 4 at that time.
Must have been in the region of 50' above ground level.
The dolls and I had a lovely tea-party.
Neighbour across the road phoned Mum.
I now am terrified of heights and have no idea how on earth I didn't go off the top and land in the front garden.
Would have been about 3 or 4 at that time.