16 pages, 161 posts incredible-thanks to ALL of you for making this yet another successful thread-without your memories this wouldn't be any close to being a good thread.
Another firework related memory...
How I got away with this one I'll never know.. Would have been about 11 or 12 as I was on baby sitting duty, which was the easiest job in the world as my brother and sister never gave me any problems, in hindsight it may have been better had they done so, would have kept my mischief making inclined mind in check, as it was...easy time of it, got bored so....
Decided to get one of the bangers which I had stashed away in my coat pocket, opened it up and poured the contents into one of the glass ashtrays that we had lying around the living room at that time. Then lit the gunpowder and bang! After being blinded by the flash momentarily, I discovered that the ashtray had shattered into small pieces which were all over the room and the smoke from the blast had formed a mushroom cloud which by the time Id opened my eyes had reached the ceiling and was fanning out....
Somehow or other I managed to sort the place out before the mater and pater got back but I was dreading either of them finding bits of glass in the carpet that I might have missed for weeks afterwards...if they had cottoned on to what I'd done they never told me...
Evil little speck weren't you?
(24-01-2019 19:36 )GreenMachine Wrote: [ -> ]Evil little speck weren't you?
You could say that yes
There's a worse one to come yet...
Imagine the embarrassment of your parents dredging your mischief tale to either your new girlfriend or on your wedding day....
^ That's what best man speeches are about bring up the embrassing incidents from your past. (that will probably be tomorrows next new thread to appear in the fun section
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Here is one mentioned on other threads but relevant to this one-feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square when visiting London. Tourists and locals alike used to love it, even photographing each other with pigeons perched on their shoulders, heads or hands.
Not quite relevant to the month but I also remember going out at Christmas time in the car with my family and counting the number of Christmas trees we saw and then driving around various areas looking at the latest lights in the main streets, Regents, Bond and Oxford as well as the bright lights around Piccadilly Circus and those huge advertising boards.
I don't think there is a big a deal in yhe switching on the Oxford Street Christmas lights now as there used to be. I felt sorry for Kady McDermott here she got chosen to switch on the lights here a year or two ago but there was so much outrage in the local press over the choice that there was a campaign to get her changed and she got flak on twitter at the time
always remembering watching Final Score on a Saturday afternoon, then watching the original Dr. Who straight after then having tea. Who was it that gave you the instructions on how to build your own Dalek?
Was it the Radio Times?
(25-01-2019 10:04 )babelover48 Wrote: [ -> ]always remembering watching Final Score on a Saturday afternoon, then watching the original Dr. Who straight after then having tea. Who was it that gave you the instructions on how to build your own Dalek?
Was it the Radio Times?
I think it was yes..
Ah Dr Who. My Doctors if you like were Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker. I do have vague recollections of Patrick Troughton’s final season, but it’s Pertwee and Baker who were THE Doctors for me.
Funny how you read stories about how children would hide behind the sofa when Dr Who was on in the 60s and 70s, but I honestly don’t ever recall doing that myself. I either didn’t do that or I have somehow succeeded in burying the memory.