My life of crime

[Sgeir]

Thanks to Orion21's thread below, I now know who Dick 'n' Dom are. It put me in mind of my own early contribution to the decline in standards, western civilisation, and all that we hold true and dear.

In the 50s Glasgow, we used to play something called Ring, Bang, Scoot (or wuz it Scoosh?), where you rang bell, or chapped on the door, and then scooted off. But there were some variations to that. Here are two:

1 tie the door knockers of opposite facing doors with a pice of string - then knock both doors. My, how we laughed when people couldn't open their doors. Bl**dy stupid really, but fortunately the string usually broke, or the wee knockery thing got pulled off;

2 Glasgow sits on a bed of brown clay. Just dig a bit up , and then, with a little bit of skillful manipulation you could leave a little clay turd on the doorsteps and then proceed as in (1) above. The residents would then use a few swearie words and then pick the offending item up with a piece of newspaper. Jings, laugh? We nearly keiched wirsels.

I don't suppose any other forumites contributed to the present day's appalling behaviour by young people?

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[Dave_Snelson]

Ah, yes indeed. "Knock out ginger". Its a variation of knock-and-run, where you knock the door and then actually hide (fully camouflaged) in the front garden.

And then there's the variation of the turd trick, where you utilise a real turd and place the offending item in a large paper bag. Light bag, hammer on door and laugh your socks off as the owner stamps it out. Oh, and then run!

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[oldharry]

Reminds of the lady who had her handbag snatched, She reported it to the Police who were puzzled that she seemed to find it rather amusing.

Until she told them it was the bag she used when walking her doggie, as a 'poop scoop'! and yes - she was on the way home....

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[claymore]

An old flame of the offspring apparently used to fashion mars bars into turds then slip them into swimming pools. He'd then shout out " Whoooaaaa - would you look at that" - then dive in and come up with it in his mouth.
Always liked the lad really, shame the offspring didn't

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[trouville]

in Lille France the muslims have a better knock down ginger(remember they watch tv 24-7/7) they set a car alight then call the fire serviceand police then shoot at them with hunting 303s. The press cant make a fuss as it discriminates.
Also Lyon and Marseille Nimes and many other north african towns have the same problem.
I stopped in Lyon coming back with a very old car i parked in the hotel parking having come through a very large electric gate, i moved to be nearer the camera--in reception they said the dear muslim childern set cars alight as there bored and the cameras dont really help as they just disapear!!!!!!!

Times have changed??

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[DavidofMersea]

We used to do something similar. We used to get a small cardboard box and fill it with chicken shit, and rap it up in a nice parcel, and then leave it on the pavement, and then hide.

Some honest people would put it somewhere conspicuous, whilst others would look to see if anybody was looking, and then slip it into their bag, and hurry off, and open it at home.

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[snowleopard]

as students in a second floor room overlooking a quiet street we would heat pennies on a gas ring and drop them on the pavement behind passers-by. who would pick them up and drop them very smartly. the best was a very posh lady who took off her long white gloves first.

water filled condoms were also dropped on occasion.

evil buggers, students.


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[Peppermint]

Re: Knock & run guilty as charged

Me & mate of mine from school did a paper round on a RAF camp we lived on but for different shops. He used to get up before me but he must have been tired cos he got lots of his deliveries mixed up. Of course the fact that I always went around behind him had nothing to do with it.

We have been known to known to hide a sixty foot yacht while one of the crew went to the marina bogs. Hiding the 70ft masts the hardest bit.

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[mirabriani]

Reminds me of a story about a group of people (I might have been there)
who found a hat. It was carefully placed on the pavement near a bar.
The said group retreated to the outside tables innocently drinking.
In due course a passing pedestrian could not resist a kick at the hat.
Oh! did I mention the brick?
How we laughed.

Regards and a Merry Christmas from Briani

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[orion21]

Hi Claymore, That sound like it would have got really good responds,
lol, Cheers, Geordie

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[Aja]

...or the time coming back from the pub, myself and two friends 'moved' a Morris Minor by lifting up the rear end and walking down the road with it for about 200 yards..... ah the days before steering locks when you could kick the tyres straight.... Oh how we laughed.

Donald

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[Mudplugger]

In the early day's of mini skirts! (before the iniquitous tights were commonly available) had hours of endless & informative fun from aralditing a half crown to the pavement outside the office window! til some bugger came by with a chisel.

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[BobOwen]

Now I'm actually one of the grumpy old men we antagonised, I cringe with memories of "The devils pipe" we used to instigate in our neighbourhood.

We would find a house with cast iron drainpipes - stuff the lower end of the pipe with paper and preferably a petrol / paraffin soaked rag - ignite and run like hell. The chimney draught effect was awesome.

The 40 foot flames from the top and the accompanying roar were something to behold on a dark night. Rather like an inverted rocket. The scorched metal, smell of burnt paint and rust that followed probably promoted the purchase of shotguns in our area.



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[Fill]

There's still a 10p piece araldited to the ground just outside the marina office at what was Camper & Nich's.

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[Gordonmc]

In the final term of college we got fed up with placing condoms over the exhaust pipe of the English lecturer's Velocette (created an interesting apparition as he drove away down the drive) so we carried the bike up three flights of stairs and neatly parked it outside his office.
We didn't wait to see how he got it down.

A sailory favourite to impress the brass on a lumpy passage was to take a tin of Heinz fruit salad and empty it into a bag. Matelot no. 1 pretends to puke into bag. Matelot no. 2 then tucks into the fruit.

Brass lunges for the taffrail, every time.