Became a Hibs supporter.
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Became a Hibs supporter.
Ran across the main Edinburgh to London railway line from Fishwives Causeway to Mountcastle when being chased aged about 10. Didn’t get caught though.
I used to regularly shin up the tree in our back garden, right to the top so that my head was near enough poking out the top. Occasionally when I'm visiting my mum, I look at that tree and think wtf was I up to. I'd have been brown bread beyond any doubt if I'd slipped.
I remembered another one.
When I was about ten, I had a friend that was afraid to cross the road on her own so I decided to demonstrate how perfectly safe the main road was in our wee village... by lying down on the white lines in the middle of said road.
One old granny that was passing at the time nearly had a heart attack.
I remember my Great Auntie commenting at the time:Quote:
Originally Posted by Keith_M
"That weird laddie from round the corner in Inch View Crescent thinks he's a hedgehog now".
Suddenly it all makes sense.
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Originally Posted by Hibrandenburg
You always said you thought I was a bit of a pr1ck!
:greengrin
Ran across the M8 with a couple of mates getting chased, at the point where there’s 3 lanes westbound at Livingston
Not at all mate, I'd never let the opinions of everyone else influence me. :greengrinQuote:
Originally Posted by Keith_M
Launched a big tonka truck out my window directly on to my elderly downstairs neighbour’s bonce as she’d confiscated my football when it landed in her garden.
Daft? Seems perfectly reasonable!Quote:
Originally Posted by Pedantic_Hibee
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Originally Posted by Pedantic_Hibee
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Originally Posted by Peevemor
You people give me the fear!
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A Bubble car (remember them?) ran over my foot when I was crossing Great Junction Street when I was about five - it was sore for weeks. But I never told my parents because I wasn't allowed to cross that road on my own.
One of my earliest ever memories was picking up a block of wood (my dad's sanding block) and chucking it through, and thus breaking, the living room window. I think my mum was hanging out washing or something and when she came back in and saw the damage she went mental. She decided that I was far too small and feeble to possibly be capable of such a thing so my big brother (7 years older than me) got the blame instead and was was subjected to some old fashioned but now illegal corporal punishment.
I've no idea why I did it but I never let on then and still haven't to this day. Even when we've dicussed the incident as adults at family gatherings, with absolutely zero chance of repercussions, I just look at them as if they're daft and deny even knowing what they're speaking about.
It's a running joke that started about 50 years ago.
Bridge at the bottom of Easter Road, bricks, hun buses, thats all you need to know.
That wasn't a daft thing to do.Quote:
Originally Posted by blackpoolhibs
I set a firework off in my room when I was about 14. My mum was downstairs and not very amused 😂