Summer Fun

[Drewster]

20 years later, you'd be lucky to get three fat, balding contractors in one!

Oi! I may be fat and balding..... but I still wouldn't be seen dead in the back of an Escort!!

[Gibbon]

They;re quite roomy especially when you were only 17/18. We used to squeeze 7 back.

20 years later, you'd be lucky to get three fat, balding contractors in one!

Do you know me ?

[MarillionFan]

We used to sit 4 in the back, don't really care if you believe it or not.

They;re quite roomy especially when you were only 17/18. We used to squeeze 7 back.

20 years later, you'd be lucky to get three fat, balding contractors in one!

[Gibbon]

And just as bogus.

6 peeps in a MK1 Escort? That makes it a minimum of 1967 and considering the law at the time, and what the car log book would have said back then "Seating Capacity 5", Mr. Plod would have no option but to report, and the driver would have probably obtained a driving ban.

Change it to 5 and it's got the makings of a good yarn, eventually.

We used to sit 4 in the back, don't really care if you believe it or not.

[threaded]

I was listening to Simon Mayos confession time last night when the incident of throwing a pie out of the car reminded me of a halycon two week spell in August 1983 when I was 16.

The gang I knocked about with had an older member who also had a car, a clapped out Mk1 escort. I can't remember who's idea it was but we ended up doing a spot of water ballooning from the car. The main game was to drive past girls with t-shirts on and through a water filled balloon at them from behind. We would then turn round and give them marks out of 10 for the wet t-shirt competition. The best balloons were the long thin ones as these would wrap around their necks before releasing the water down their chests. As we could only throw out of the front passenger window we took it in turns when the thrower missed.

As well as many fantastic moments when the target girl wasn't wearing a bra there were a few other highlights. One in particular stands out; we were on our way to a favourite hunting ground with a full box of water filled balloons in the passenger footwell when a young lad in a triumph spitfire overtook our over filled clapped out escort. When in front he slowed right down which made it obvious to us that he wanted us to overtake so he could then show off and overtake us.

His face as Fobby in the front emptied the contents of the box over him and the car as we overtook him remains with me to this day. That drowned rat look coupled with complete disbelief and astonishment was priceless.

Suffice to say this fun diodn't last forever and one day we got the flashing blue lights behind us. PC brick tuliphouse poked his head through the window and said " we know what you're upto, it stops now". Six little white as a sheet faces nodded their compliance and the fun stopped.

But they were good days.

This is like one of EO's tales.

And just as bogus.

6 peeps in a MK1 Escort? That makes it a minimum of 1967 and considering the law at the time, and what the car log book would have said back then "Seating Capacity 5", Mr. Plod would have no option but to report, and the driver would have probably obtained a driving ban.

Change it to 5 and it's got the makings of a good yarn, eventually.

[d000hg]

This is like one of EO's tales.

[aussielong]

Penny for the guy

In 1988 when i was a teenager we took this to the next level. Instead of having a guy made from old clothes and balloons, we just got a pal to put his parker on back to front and he became the "guy". Instead of begging in the street we sat him outside peoples houses and we knocked on the front door. When they answered we said "penny for the guy". We did it a few times then got scared and ran off from the knocked door leaving the "guy". The wifey who answered screamed and the "guy" then pulled down his hood and ran off. We were all rounded up by the cops shortly after, and taken to the house to apologise.

[alreadypacked]

Different days, lot more freedom and fun really. Numerous were the times I got my arse kicked or clipped round the head by other adults for mischief making. Once made the mistake of telling my Dad; didn't sit down for a week.

These days you would have told your social worker

[Gibbon]

Nah, now they would have stabbed the police officer and carried on regardless

Different days, lot more freedom and fun really. Numerous were the times I got my arse kicked or clipped round the head by other adults for mischief making. Once made the mistake of telling my Dad; didn't sit down for a week.

[sasguru]

You'd have all spent 6 months in chokey for that now.

Nah, now they would have stabbed the police officer and carried on regardless

[Moscow Mule]

But they were good days.

You'd have all spent 6 months in chokey for that now.

[Gibbon]

I was listening to Simon Mayos confession time last night when the incident of throwing a pie out of the car reminded me of a halycon two week spell in August 1983 when I was 16.

The gang I knocked about with had an older member who also had a car, a clapped out Mk1 escort. I can't remember who's idea it was but we ended up doing a spot of water ballooning from the car. The main game was to drive past girls with t-shirts on and through a water filled balloon at them from behind. We would then turn round and give them marks out of 10 for the wet t-shirt competition. The best balloons were the long thin ones as these would wrap around their necks before releasing the water down their chests. As we could only throw out of the front passenger window we took it in turns when the thrower missed.

As well as many fantastic moments when the target girl wasn't wearing a bra there were a few other highlights. One in particular stands out; we were on our way to a favourite hunting ground with a full box of water filled balloons in the passenger footwell when a young lad in a triumph spitfire overtook our over filled clapped out escort. When in front he slowed right down which made it obvious to us that he wanted us to overtake so he could then show off and overtake us.

His face as Fobby in the front emptied the contents of the box over him and the car as we overtook him remains with me to this day. That drowned rat look coupled with complete disbelief and astonishment was priceless.

Suffice to say this fun diodn't last forever and one day we got the flashing blue lights behind us. PC brick tuliphouse poked his head through the window and said " we know what you're upto, it stops now". Six little white as a sheet faces nodded their compliance and the fun stopped.

But they were good days.