Things we used to do

[ebee]

Thunderclaps made from paper.

Bits of Paper, paste (flour & water) you could make to any shape of mould.

Live match wrapped in silver paper - a reet good bangor when heated.

All innocent stuff (except Ban lit his matchsticks!)

Then one day (22/11/63) things changed.
A grumpy old git with long white hair turned up in a blue box that was bigger inside than on the outside.

 

[ebee]

Yer I meant those harmless things like on Blue Peter or Eagle Comic with Dan Dare sort of stuff.

Make yer own camping stove from a sweet tin upturned with nail holes in the top (bottom) and your fuel cell was a tobacco tin full of wood shavings and melted wax.

Trolleys made with pram wheels.

 

[ban-all-sheds]

Yer I meant those harmless things like on Blue Peter or Eagle Comic with Dan Dare sort of stuff.

Nobody was ever harmed by my burning matches flying through the air.

Trolleys made with pram wheels.

 

[ebee]

Ban, I don`t doubt that you were far safer than we ever were.
In fact I`ll bet you were safer than we even thought we were

 

[ban-all-sheds]

Then one day (22/11/63) things changed.
A grumpy old git with long white hair turned up in a blue box that was bigger inside than on the outside.

"It's bigger," she said. Farley and Lanier stood by the truck, looking
up at her. Wu and Chang joined them. "It's bigger than the
asteroid. It goes beyond the end. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"We don't tell," Lanier said. "We show. It's the only way."

"You're trying to tell me it doesn't stop, it goes right on out the other
end?"

She heard the touch of panic and high-pitched fascination in her own
voice.

The Stanford professor, six years before, had been wrong.

Someone besides extraterrestrials and gods could appreciate her work.

She now knew why she had been brought up from Vandenberg, carried to
the Stone by shuttle and OTV.

The asteroid was longer on the inside than it was on the outside.

The seventh chamber went on forever.

 

[ebee]

Where`s that from ? Ban

 

[ban-all-sheds]

Ban, I don`t doubt that you were far safer than we ever were.
In fact I`ll bet you were safer than we even thought we were

Not sure.

Maybe just lucky that nothing ever went wrong.

I wonder if anybody ever came to grief with crystal ball's flaming frisbies?

 

[Chri5]

HOW was funny, the experiments were wrong half the time.

Collecting live 303 shells down the mod firing range, then building a fire in the range bank and take cover!

Swan vistas were a source of fun. Chopping down whole trees to get a decent Y branch for the catapult. We had an old sand mine near us and the pebble mountains were 75m from each ther. Two teams, one on each mountain and fire away. A inch pebble on the head fired at that distance sure smarted.

At the same mine, lakes were formed, quite why we thought that a ramp, a Raleigh chopper and top speed would allow you to clear the 10m width was beyond me. I could never clear it, and diving in and having to find the bike and tie it on to some rope to recover it was always the way.

The physics teacher would go mad, put a low value resistor on a lab transformer and crank up the load to the resistor went bang. They made quite a noise.

All night camping down at Cobham mosealium, being scared by foxes and the fear of haunted graves, keeping the ghosts away with fire lighters. Playing football with fire lighters and having to explain burnt rubber Tuff shoes.

Buying old mopeds at 13 for tracking around the mines, strip them down to bare essentials and have a bad boy Puch maxi or Honda 90. Adding model plane fuel additive to the tank and wondering why the engines would blow half an hour later, the extra power wasn't worth the aggro.

Sneeking up the local lovers lane and wedging spuds in to the exhaust pipes of steamed up cars.

 

[crystal ball]

Ban, I don`t doubt that you were far safer than we ever were.
In fact I`ll bet you were safer than we even thought we were

Not sure.

Maybe just lucky that nothing ever went wrong.

I wonder if anybody ever came to grief with crystal ball's flaming frisbies?

Usually the perpetrator with blobs of molten lino adhering to their fingers

 

[securespark]

We used to make our own protective gloves so we could rewire plugs.

Sorry.

B@st@rd!!

Funnily enough, I remember mucking around with plugs and bits of wire when I was about 9. I did get a nasty shock and reminded myself it was a bad idea to try and plug the plug into the socket without the cover screwed on properly... And, no, I wasn't wearing gloves.

Ouch!

 

[ban-all-sheds]

Where`s that from ? Ban

Did you try clicking it?

 

[ban-all-sheds]

Usually the perpetrator with blobs of molten lino adhering to their fingers

I know a great trick involving trying to break a matchstick with a little finger.

And a real mouth-and-trouser discriminator / men from the boys separator involving a box of matches where if it goes wrong the person who burnt themselves chose to do so out of machismo.

Or should that be matchismo...

 

[sparkybird]

wish I'd been a boy......

 

[JohnW2]

wish I'd been a boy......

Even a few decades ago, girls were significantly represented in the group of people with whom I was involved in all these 'hazardous' activities. Indeed, 'impressing the girls' (with whatever end in mind ) was probably one of the factors which pushed some of the boys into ever more daring 'experiments'!!

Kind Regards, John.

 

[ban-all-sheds]

wish I'd been a boy......

Could you have reached the necessary level of foolishness?