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Right, that's it. I'm sending the stepkids out on their bikes and am not letting them back in until they've got the full set of Razzle, Escort and Knave magazines rescued from underneath hedgerows.
If that doesn't build character, nothing will.
What's wrong with a game of knocky nine doors? The youth of today eh.
I was never bored:
Couldn't find the Double Deckers.
Did anybody fancy nobbing Heidi? Or was that just me?
I must admit we did some less wholesome stuff that would probably make the Daily Mail. My mate Scotty "borrowed" his grandad's .22 BSA Mercury air rifle and along with a tin of Marksman pellets and a rock solid sniping position ,he generated lots of business for purveyors of greenhouse glass...
Another fun trick to play was to put a note in the empty milk bottles on a stranger's doorstep that read "6 bottles of plain & 6 stere please"
In fact, I was a right bastard kid!