Just had a call from “er in doors” twice last night and once so far tonight she’s had a knock at the door and no-one there!

Excellent Stuff – I didn’t think kids did that anymore, was one of my favourites!

This is you establishing some sort of alibi for later I suppose ?

I used to love that game.

No kids hiding behind any cars, fences or hedges sniggering at her opening the door?

‘Chap Door’? Not heard that one before.

I gather it’s a game that’s got many different names… Clearly the correct one is ‘Knock and Run’.

We used to call it “knock-door-run”

…and it was always much fun 😆

Thunder and lightening when I was little.

Knocky door ginger.

It was “knock out ginger” around my manor, although I never understood why.

Are you sure that your house isn’t being cased?

Nick Knock round here.

“Cherry knocking” in the wilds of the Lincolnshire fens….

They wee shiters have form, in the past they sneaked up to my part-opened garage door(it’s an up and over door) when I was inside doing some fettling and gave me big fright by shouting and banging on the door.

Knock door run round these parts. Stourbridge West Midlands.

That’s Knock Down Ginger where I’m from, though if you were in Munich it would be called ‘Klingel Putz’ (Bell Cleaning)

Chappie

Bobby knocking down in Swansea

Are you from ayrshire? Chap door runaway is bang on! 🙂 My bro got caught once by some old biffer we’d chapped, I was a faster runner and got away. Survival of the fastest I guess.

chickenellie round here – dundee
“I know who you are I’ll tell your mum”

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Knock door run round these parts. Stourbridge West Midlands.
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Knock and run down here in Kingswinford.

Always went well with the pastime of jumping on a conifer and letting it rebound you off. Inexplicably called shaggabagging.

knocky-door

no gingers involved

Knock a door run in 1970’s Bolton

knock door run??? Was this after imaginations were suppressed by games consoles? It was nicky knocky nine doors.

Fishing line always did the trick

Brilliant. I remember the fear just about to knock.

+1 Jimmy
We did on a couple of occasions go up a close into the flats and tie two opposite door handles together with string, except we still never hung around to see the results.

And no not Ayrshire proper Weedge me, how comes you got that moniker aspiring to move up the social ladder 😆

Knock n’ bomb, shirley?

Knock down ginger with a sideline in garden grovelling was a favourite early eighties past time. The shame of getting caught ….

Back in white supremacist SA days when I was a youngster we called it Tok Tokkie.
Guess Knock Knocky is a close translation.

Knock down ginger

Yep, I’ve just been reminded that it was knock down ginger, I had misremembered it as knock out ginger, still no idea why it was called that though.

Knock and nash round here, and a spot of Hikey dykey too.

Hikey dykey?

Chap door run, in my part of Fife. Aah good times 😆 .

Some kids were trying to do it round here a while back; by utter coincidence I was about to take some stuff out to the bin, so the poor kid hadn’t even lowered his hand when I opened the door. He looked mortified, and we’ve not had any since…

Used to up the stakes by adding a dug shite to a paper bag and setting it on fire for the legendary shite-a-light 🙂

That takes me back ” knock like thunder and run like lightning ”

Knock-a-dolly in late 70s Limerick. We loved it. 😀

Knick, knock nanny round my way.

Knock, door, run, we often played it, advancing to knock door stand there and tell the ‘target’ that “they ran that way”!!!

‘Ride the Turkey’ was jumping on conifer/small leylandii trees and clinging on and riding the bounce!

Scrumping was a large part of village life as I remember, we didn’t have WiFi though back then so we had to make our own amusement!
😀

must have grown up in the fancy parts with door bells, ring a bell run round my way.

Bub’s- Hikey Dykey

We were little bastards at times!