your mate, earlier;
edit; this is a 30kg lid being fired 200m by an oxy-acetylene canon. gosh.
Ate some Deadly Nightshade. 🙁
PJM, he should go to America, IIRC theres a massive competition circuit for spud firing!
Lawn darts, from the back garden to the front garden, over a house.
Couldn't see a problem with it at the time.
they seem to have lots of names now, not just Dutch arrows.
They were 'scotch arrows' when I was a kid. We made them out of real arrows.
A mate of mine built a shoulder launched spud bazooka recently
I really should have a go at that at some point.
Jelly cubes thrown onto the ceiling above the teacher's desk take approximately 15 minutes before they lose purchase and fall on said teacher's head.
That one was fun momentarily.
Anyone else ever make zut zuts?
Plastic milk bottle crate hung from a tree. Set fire to plastic milk bottle crate. Eventually blobs of molten plastic will start to rain down going "ZUT! ZUT!" as they fall. Dare your mate to stick his hand under the falling zuts.
I have a line of three scar blobs still on my hand from an incident involving plastic bags, a tree branch and fire, n i was holding the bloody thing myself. I was 11 when this happened, i'm now 28 and the scars are still very visible and a constant reminder of my [s]idiocy[/s] genius.
Turned on, tuned in, droppped out.
Handy "Swiss Arrow" instructional video for your kids:
I wanted to see how far I'd get along the road with my eyes closed on my Raleigh Team Banana road bike. I opened my eyes on the roof/bonnet of a mk1 VW Polo. The owner came out of his garden and helped me off and let me go on my way. Hobbling, with bent front wheel.
Handy "Swiss Arrow" instructional video
Wow, there's a man who likes the sound of his own voice. I'd hate to see him explain anything complicated.
We did the arrow thing but called them flechets. Posh us kids from Salford. I almost kebabed* a golden labrador on the top field once.
*not really a verb and certainly not a euphemism!
I've remembered something else...
We once managed to make an electrical fire extinguisher explode (through the application of an axe) in a wooded area near our village.
Queue 3 14 year olds covered in white powder, unable to breath, and running in various directions to find fresh air.
Wow, there's a man who likes the sound of his own voice.
Yep! [url= http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/the-wadsworth-constant ]Wadsworth Constant[/url] applies.
On a side note, my dad was a chemist* and refused to tell me how to make nitroglycerin.
I would have had other 'hilarious' stories to add if he had told me some 'recipes'...although if he had told me how to make nitro you'd have probably already heard of it as 'The Explosion that Rocked leafy Hampshire'.
*not a pharmacist
Wow, there's a man who likes the sound of his own voice.
American, by any chance?
If you step on a rake it does exactly as happens in the cartoons. And don't snort pepper to see if it makes you sneeze.
GrahamS - MemberHandy "Swiss Arrow" instructional video for your kids:
Love the way he repeats "weapon" as often as possible,do you think he may have a well stocked 'bunker' somewhere in the woods?
After a now legendary night out in Stowmarket 18 years ago, we decided that we would catch a duck and release it into my friends bedroom. My friends house backed onto a river. So at 4:00am one summer’s morning I jumped into the river and waded after a duck. to my surprise I caught one and it was duly released into the face of my sleeping friend.
It went mental, stood on his chest flapping in his face. He absolutely crapped himself.
In a vain drunken attempt to rehabilitate the duck we placed it in the kitchen in a pan of water with some bread. But it was still terrified. We then shooed it back to the river
I haven't continued to treat animals so cruelly, and I am partly ashamed, but it was hilarious. The next time we 'got' him no animals were harmed. We simply crushed all his pop tarts up and put the segments under his sheet. This induced the same amount of rage as the duck incident and seeing him try to sweep off the segments from his bed in vain was hilarious.
don't snort pepper to see if it makes you sneeze.
Good work. I suggest you google "Cinnamon Challenge" next time you are pissed 😀
[i]Love the way he repeats "weapon" as often as possible[/i]
Especially as they are clearly TOYS, not weapons.
Papa_Lazarou - Member
We held competitions to see who could stare at [s]the sun[/s] [b]cheap pornography like razzle[/b] for the longest timeand yes, I do now wear quite strong glasses
FTFY
Allsorts.
DIY abseiling the local chalk quarry.
Monster rope swing under the railway bridge in said quarry.
Personal fave was Pugskiing - all you need is a 205 GTi, roof bars, ski clamps, skis & boots, a driver & a willing participant. Lock 'em in place & see how fast the Pug is travelleng when they finally bottle it & bang on the roof.
DezB - Member
Love the way he repeats "weapon" as often as possible
Especially as they are clearly TOYS, not weapons.
Quite. All this H&S derived Nerf nonsense, where's the fun in that? 😀
We convinced our science teacher to allow us to tidy the store cupboard at the end of term one time.
Of course we just wanted a free run on all the materials needed to make things explode - magnesium, iron filings etc.
Just remember another one - shit-stick wars.
Find a nice long flexy bit of birch. About 5 foot long, I think. Go to clay pits with your mates. Grab cricket ball sized lumps of clay and mould them to the top of your shit stick ... [b]FIRE[/b]!
We used to do this, one group against another, or (more fun cos it involved being chased by adults) fire them over the local factory fence trying to hit cars and lorries in the car park. "DONG!" HIT!
Personal fave was Pugskiing - all you need is a 205 GTi, roof bars, ski clamps, skis & boots, a driver & a willing participant. Lock 'em in place & see how fast the Pug is travelleng when they finally bottle it & bang on the roof.
I used to work with a guy who represented the UK in speed skiing competitions and that was part of his training.
Anyone else participate in cardboard box sledging?
When it's hot and the grass is long and dry on a very steep slope, sit on the flattened box and sledge downhill.
Sides of Winnats Pass used to be a favourite and a big slope in the local woods with a stream at the bottom - hang on as long as you dare, first to land in the water loses.
Anyone else participate in cardboard box sledging?
Yeah - used to get too hot to stay on by about two thirds down the local slope.
I used to work with a guy who represented the UK in speed skiing competitions and that was part of his training.
Training? That was terrifying even back then. I guess he didn't have a driver who thought cornering or braking hard was part of the deal.
Aged five myself and a friend were kicking a ball around the small field opposite our houses. I managed to hoof the ball over a fence and an irate gardner duly appears screaming at us and refusing to answer my simple "can I have my ball back, please?" questions. The subsequent "Pop! Hiss..." told me all I needed to know.
A few hours later our parents caught us using leaves to launch dog eggs over the fence, having already sent a good dozen or so Tony Blairs on their way. I couldn't figure out why the inevitable telling off we got was so light.
Apparently my father had once chinned the bloke after a prior altercation involving my elder brother.
pparently my father had once chinned the bloke
Ohh that's a whole new thread there.... (mine never chinned anyone but did some bloody funny things to friends' parents).
Sides of Winnats Pass ... with a stream at the bottom
Did the stream at the bottom not get rid of those, then?
My Dad was (and still is) an exceptionally angry man. Until the age of fourteen I thought it was entirely normal for a family drive on a Sunday to involve your father getting out of the car to thump whoever it was who was blamed for causing the inevitable traffic jam.
My Dad's language was always at it's worst in the car 🙂
+1 for grass sledging
Seem to remember I (we) spent a lot of time jumping off higher and higher walls and walking across those drainage pipes over the canal.
Also burning mates with magnifying glasses, seeing how close we could throw knives at each other whilst lying on the grass and mixing up lethal cocktails from Stuff We Found In The Shed
There was also a very steep hill near where I lived with a 90 degree right turn into a side street. We used to spend many a happy hour trying to make the corner on our bikes, showers of sparks from the pedals and lots of gravel rash.
Happy days
Are you me? That all sounds like my childhood! The jumping off walls (& out of trees) thing was brought about playing "Fall Guy". We even made our own body armour by wearing a balaclava, a body warmer and wellies ( in the height of summer). If we were lucky we could find one of our Dads' pit helmets for really big walls or bush shelters.
It's amazing how kids can be so ingenious that they come up with very similar ideas despite never having met etc. Another one is making "snot drops" & dropping them on your mate. A snot drop is made by lighting a plastic bag such as a sunblest bag and then dripping the burning melting plastic on someone. Nice.
oh yes, my youth 😳 😈
launching a discarded car tyre from the passenger door of a mini, it went past us down the road, gathering speed before hitting an off camber roundabout and blasting some poor buggers front door in.
making makeshift rocket launchers with a selection of fireworks and some long sections of plastic drainpipes
building massive fires out of the free newspapers we were supposed to be delivering
playing the 'death run' across a field with a very angry bull in residence - I remember the terror of hearing hooves behind you
Personally, being caught by my mates playing "Saturday Night Finger" with Trudy Kelly outside our local youth club on one languid summer evening ranks pretty highly on my D'oh! List.
I've not been allowed to forget it since...
When I was about 16 me and two mates investigated the aqueducts that lead from Loch Katrine to Glasgow through the forests north of Drymen. We found a couple of aqueduct bridges about 2 km apart that seemed to sort of line up so we headed for the further away one, donned wetsuits and headtorches and piled into a small 2 person dingy and headed into the tunnel.
The water was around 5ft deep and flowing fairly solidly at a speed you couldn't swim against.
We had an amazing time getting swept along in the current. There were three ventilation shafts bored into the mountainside above us which were amazing to float beneath.
There was a strange effect whereby if you looked down the tunnel with the torch it seemed like the water reached the roof in the distance. This was slightly perturbing at first, but proved not to be the case.
Equally pleasing was a complete lack of any grilles or gates across the tunnel. If there had been any then we would have been very dead very soon and the Glasgow drinking water would have tasted funny for months afterwards.
Ho hum
Canoeing, that's a bit crap.
Flame thrower aerosol cans, brut deodorant circa 1982 being a particular favourite until my mate set fire to his mums net curtains.....
Jumping streams on a BMX was pretty cool until one of our gang put his forearm bone through his skin,I still shudder at the thought of it
Worst that ever happened to me was landing on my back with the Raleigh burner on top of me after a rather misjudged take off, winded for seemed like minutes as mates p**s*d themselves at me
Remember cotter pin cranks always doing the quarter to four after a pretty heavy landing
many many experiments making home made explosives, some of which were VERY effective. we also made a compressed butane spud cannon that could launch effectively to 250m with some accuracy.
These days We would have all been nicked as terrorists 🙁
Herringthorpe Playing Fields playground of death in Rotherham.
SeeSaw jump - two of them - one long plank with a fulcrum about 3ft off the ground set in tarmac, see who can jump off at the bottom and let your mate plunge to the ground - always smarted a bit when your foot got trapped underneath.
See Saw bounce - heaviest makes their end hit the tarmac as hard as possible to try and dislodge the lighter one.
Bucking horse- 8 seats, back one like a bucking bronco - make it go as fast as possible, see who can stay longest on the back with no hands.
Spider's web roundabout, hook legs into bars and hang down facing out, friends spin you round as fast as they can - conservation of momentum swings you out horizontal, head and arms tend to drag on the tarmac as it slows down though.
All harmless fun. 😯
Playing softball with gas lighters.
On swings, jumping off them onto your feet, when it reached as close to the horizontal position as possible.
Climbing trees together to see how high you'd get before you bottled it.
Attaching german bangers to a train set and then sticking matchbox striker along the track to create mini train wrecks.
Jumping off banks onto transitions of sand to see who could drop the furthest.
No one ever got hurt surprisingly.
Spider's web roundabout, hook legs into bars and hang down facing out, friends spin you round as fast as they can - conservation of momentum swings you out horizontal, head and arms tend to drag on the tarmac as it slows down though.
Best thing with those is when you get a couple of older lads right in the middle, running backwards to act as an engine. You could get some serious speed up doing that, the youfs on youtube with scooters against them have no imagination.
