Being a little pr**k as a kid - we all did it.

Bloody hell we had to nick our porn from WH Smiths, never got caught, the idiots had the magazine shelves right next to the entrance, very thoughtful of them.
My mate was head paperboy and a black guy.
He also was made a Prefect in the early 1980s.
He was the guy to go to for **** mags/fags
Then weed
He got himself murdered at 22, mind you in was in New York
 
Broke into local high school and pinched a load of cleaning stuff from cleaners cupboard, should have sold it door to door but we just destroyed it.

Broke into fast food place and smashed it up.

Broke into big recently derelict house and smashed it up.

Smashed every window on a coach parked on a working mens club car park and tried to set it on fire dropping lit matches into the diesel tank, never worked.

Funnily enough I stopped knocking about with them mates and a couple of months later when I was around 15 they broke into a shop and got caught and sent to a young offenders, think I dodged a bullet.
 
Being a little prick , well , here's a beauty my 8 year old grandson came out with on Friday

His Dad gets them together (him and his 11 year old sister), and says "Right kids , just to let you know I've met a nice lady , and we're going out for a meal tonight, sort of like a date if you like!"

* year old kicks off " Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad"

(go back a couple of years Me..."right kids , you're staying with us in a fortnight for a few days , Mum and Dasd are going to Portugal, and they need a little grown up time together"..... 8 year old ...."well , absolutely no way that's going to happen " and it didn't , they ended up taking wee shite with them)

I digress "Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad!"

then grins and says "nobody would want to be seen dead with a middle aged bloke with a pony tail"

I am teaching him well

BTW Nice girl easy on the eye , and half the weight of the ex wife

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Being a little prick , well , here's a beauty my 8 year old grandson came out with on Friday

His Dad gets them together (him and his 11 year old sister), and says "Right kids , just to let you know I've met a nice lady , and we're going out for a meal tonight, sort of like a date if you like!"

* year old kicks off " Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad"

(go back a couple of years Me..."right kids , you're staying with us in a fortnight for a few days , Mum and Dasd are going to Portugal, and they need a little grown up time together"..... 8 year old ...."well , absolutely no way that's going to happen " and it didn't , they ended up taking wee shite with them)

I digress "Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad!"

then grins and says "nobody would want to be seen dead with a middle aged bloke with a pony tail"

I am teaching him well

BTW Nice girl easy on the eye , and half the weight of the ex wife

"
Ahem, You know the rules!
 
Being a little prick , well , here's a beauty my 8 year old grandson came out with on Friday

His Dad gets them together (him and his 11 year old sister), and says "Right kids , just to let you know I've met a nice lady , and we're going out for a meal tonight, sort of like a date if you like!"

* year old kicks off " Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad"

(go back a couple of years Me..."right kids , you're staying with us in a fortnight for a few days , Mum and Dasd are going to Portugal, and they need a little grown up time together"..... 8 year old ...."well , absolutely no way that's going to happen " and it didn't , they ended up taking wee shite with them)

I digress "Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad!"

then grins and says "nobody would want to be seen dead with a middle aged bloke with a pony tail"

I am teaching him well

BTW Nice girl easy on the eye , and half the weight of the ex wife

"
I vommed in my mouth at ‘ponytail’
 

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Being a little prick , well , here's a beauty my 8 year old grandson came out with on Friday

His Dad gets them together (him and his 11 year old sister), and says "Right kids , just to let you know I've met a nice lady , and we're going out for a meal tonight, sort of like a date if you like!"

* year old kicks off " Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad"

(go back a couple of years Me..."right kids , you're staying with us in a fortnight for a few days , Mum and Dasd are going to Portugal, and they need a little grown up time together"..... 8 year old ...."well , absolutely no way that's going to happen " and it didn't , they ended up taking wee shite with them)

I digress "Abosutely no way THAT'S going to happen Dad!"

then grins and says "nobody would want to be seen dead with a middle aged bloke with a pony tail"

I am teaching him well

BTW Nice girl easy on the eye , and half the weight of the ex wife

"
Sounds like the 8 yo little sh!t is the cause of the breakup! :)
 

EddieVDog

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My adolescent antics seem pretty tame in comparison: air rifle poaching, illegal fishing, scrumping etc. All good kids stuff. Illegally obtained fireworks were the pinnacle of horseplay, but back then (80s), you could only get fireworks in November. So in the long summer holidays, alternatives had to be sought. The tale of primitive IEDs ensued:

The dad of one of my mates had a collection of shotguns, all safely locked away, but his ammunition wasn't. The sight of hundreds of live cartridges was like a curry to a pisshead to bored and "scientifically curious" 12 year olds.

We initially experimented with homemade claymores using mecanno to form the breech to hold a cartridge, and trigger mechanism operated by a command wire to release the spring-loaded firing pin. We attempted to use it to blast pigeons after scattering bread in the killing zone - very unsuccessful - yanking the wire scared the birds. We soon got bored.

I suggested that we made a bomb. I'm not sure why? We began cutting open the cartridges to extract the powder. It was a slow process. Initially we had enough to half-fill a 35mm film canister (remember those?!), with an extended fuse made of petrol soaked string it went bang, well, more of a fizz-pop. Disappointing.

Now, being 12, I didn't fully understand the science of sympathetic-detonations, but I knew a percussion cap would initiate a secondary explosion, as opposed to a just a fizz-pop. And we needed more bang, so more powder. We must have sliced open at least 30 cartridges to obtain a reasonable pile of black-golddust.

Next, we required a housing for our device. A standard tin, jar or coke can was too big, but back then you could get half-size tins: beans, sausage & beans, spaghetti hoops etc - I dunno if they still exist - as luck would have it, it was lunch time and we had one such tin available. After a hurried lunch of cold beans and sausage, we cleaned the tin and used a hole cutter to bore out a housing for a brass cartridge end before carefully cutting off the cartridge head and securing it in place with some araldite glue.

In the shed we carefully poured the powder into the housing, which in reality had become a huge shell! My initial idea was to load the tin with all of the buckshot that we had amassed and create a pigeon massacre, but this would require adapting the firing mechanism to stealth mode, we didn't have time for that as I knew my mum would be home within the hour. We decided to conduct a test firing to check the principle and then we could work on the mechanism the next day for the pigeon Armageddon.

We jumped on our bikes and rode to a near-by wood which would be our test facility. At this point its worth saying two things, firstly I lived in a semi-rural area, so gun-shot, crow-scarers etc was not that unusual, but secondly, it was also at the height of the IRA mainland campaign and there were two barracks relatively close by (within 5/6 miles either direction). Lest to say, we never really considered the second point, but thought any sounds of shot would be hidden in the noise of the former.

We had adapted the original meccono to take the bigger shell housing, and the firing mechanism was the same sprung-loaded command wire. At the last minute I remembered reading something about WW2 artillery and compression of explosives enhanced the power, we paused temporary, as I dug out some heavy clay/mud and compressed it into the open side of the tin, using the disc from the top of the tin as a wad enabled a good tight compression. The tin was jam packed and felt very solid. We secured it to the ground and dressed back probably 20m, the command wire was a thick, strong nylon type.

Adie, my mucker had donated the powder so he had the pleasure to fire, so on a count of 3-2-1 he was to detonate....we took cover behind a fallen tree, like we'd seen in the WW2 commando comics...

3.....2.....1.....FU~CKI~ING BOOM....

To this day, and having been in proximity to explosions since, I don't recall ever being genuinely shocked & shaken by such an explosion. We literally shit ourselves and immediately went into self-preservation mode, firstly by trying to recover the device...aside from bits of meccanno stuck in tree bark, there was nothing left. We gathered what was left of the command wire, covered up the firing point and made a hasty exit. We agreed to tell nobody.

We made our way to the nearby rec where most kids hung put, playing football, riding bikes etc. Back then, adults didn't take their kids to the park, we were just left to our own devices, so we had to form cast iron alibis and quick! We joined in a kick about with some younger kids, before being joined by some lads from our year...they asked us if we'd heard about the bomb going off at the barracks....we said we'd heard something, but wasn't sure as we'd been here playing footy for hours, the little kids said nowt....!!

Tea-time came, now my mum could smell a rat a mile off, but by coming home slightly muddy, with a ball and Aidie, both hungry and needing tea, raised no suspicions. She was more concerned with recent events and trying to get news of the bomb at the barracks...we never messed about with homemade pyro again!

Similar story, at about age 13-14 I discovered Chemistry and from then the 'interesting' side of chemistry....at that time, 1976...weedkiller was just sodium chlorate....without the fire dampener that later got added and you could buy it off the shelf in Boots of all places! I knew enough that as an oxidiser, it needed a fuel.....let's welcome sugar to the party...I also knew that the finer the particles, the faster and therefore bigger the reaction, so the weedkiller and sugar went into my Mum's blender and the resulting compound back into the original tin. The only way I could figure out to set this thing off was by means of a light bulb with the glass carefully broken, a length of wire and a 9v battery. So one lunchtime, me and a couple of mates left school and went to the nearby woodland area. I placed the device on the other side of a bank, ran the cable back to where we decided was safe..about ten feet...so not really safe and touched the bare ends of the wires to the battery. There was the tiniest of pauses then a f**k off big bang, a huge orange flash and an even bigger cloud of white smoke....I thought I was quick running away, but I reckon my mates had started running before this thing had even gone off! and that, ladies and gents is how I decided that blowing sh*t up was the career for me
 
Similar story, at about age 13-14 I discovered Chemistry and from then the 'interesting' side of chemistry....at that time, 1976...weedkiller was just sodium chlorate....without the fire dampener that later got added and you could buy it off the shelf in Boots of all places! I knew enough that as an oxidiser, it needed a fuel.....let's welcome sugar to the party...I also knew that the finer the particles, the faster and therefore bigger the reaction, so the weedkiller and sugar went into my Mum's blender and the resulting compound back into the original tin. The only way I could figure out to set this thing off was by means of a light bulb with the glass carefully broken, a length of wire and a 9v battery. So one lunchtime, me and a couple of mates left school and went to the nearby woodland area. I placed the device on the other side of a bank, ran the cable back to where we decided was safe..about ten feet...so not really safe and touched the bare ends of the wires to the battery. There was the tiniest of pauses then a f**k off big bang, a huge orange flash and an even bigger cloud of white smoke....I thought I was quick running away, but I reckon my mates had started running before this thing had even gone off! and that, ladies and gents is how I decided that blowing sh*t up was the career for me
The same, wet mixed & stuffed into varying lengths of copper pipe with magnesium ribbon (stolen from school chemistry lab. whilst pretending to help out. Also how I discovered where the larger quantities of concentrated acids etc. were kept) fuses.
Made some decent craters in the former railway embankment and other places.
 
...I thought I was quick running away, but I reckon my mates had started running before this thing had even gone off! and that, ladies and gents is how I decided that blowing sh*t up was the career for me
Joined PIRA?
 

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