aww i used to love it.......jumping over peoples back gardens and banging on their windows,cutting down their washing lines and tying it to the the handles of their front door and the next door neighbours door and then knocking on both doors and watching them trying to answer the door.......hillarious:hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

..but the best one collecting dog ****e in old news papers (who needs pooper scoopers lol) setting it on fire outside someones front door and then watching em answer the door and trying to stamp it out in their carpet slippers


eeee we made our own entertainment in them days:hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

Entertainment :suspect:
LOL, better than school though.

I used to do that too!

Those were the days, No violence but plenty of mischief, Unless we got caught of course then a clout round the ear would be our penalty.

One of my favorites was nicking peoples garden ornaments and re-locating them in the next door's garden. We would imagine our own conversation the neigbours had the next day.

do you remember those slippers or boots your grandmother used to wear with zip up the front what were they all about often covered in dog muck if she lived near kirky:o

No one dares to to anything like that around here or they would get their head ripped off. Suggest you adopt the same strategy:hihi:

I did that kind of thing too Kirky in the early fifties, not the dog poo though, we would tie the door knobs to the garbage bin lid and knock on the door, also we'd have a reel of cotton with a button tied on about 3 inches down & stick it in the window frame with a drawing pin and tap on the window, we would be hiding over the fence in the next garden & enjoying every minute of it.
If the kids today did that to me, God knows what I would do as I'm getting old and cranky these days.

Originally posted by kirky
aww i used to love it.......jumping over peoples back gardens and banging on their windows,cutting down their washing lines and tying it to the the handles of their front door and the next door neighbours door and then knocking on both doors and watching them trying to answer the door.......hillarious:hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

..but the best one collecting dog ****e in old news papers (who needs pooper scoopers lol) setting it on fire outside someones front door and then watching em answer the door and trying to stamp it out in their carpet slippers


That was only last week as well. I thought you would mellow when you got to 43 :hihi: :hihi: :hihi:

I did this as a kid.

We had races through 20 back gardens all seperated by hedges of varying hight and thickness. We called it the Grand National.

We also did Hedge diving. You would run up to the hedge jump in the air and spin round so that your back hit the hedge. Some hedges were better than others. The best hedges were the well cared for and pruned ones these would absorb the impact and spring you back out gymnastic stylee(Like a trampoleen). Other would collapse and you would get entangled inside.
either way you would hop it as fast as possible.:thumbsup:

I remember the exact words we used to use.

Ugg Im bored (Standing on street corner smoking a benny with other miscreants)

"naa then wot shall wi du, shall wi du sum garden hopin o'r wot"

The 'Princey Special'. Try and get as far down Prince of Wales road, starting at Manor Top, as you can, using only back gardens. Dont think we ever made it further than St Theresas church.

We did the same on the Manor. We'd start at the top of our garden on Ravencarr Rd and work our way across to Fairfax Road, trying not to be bitten by anyone's dog. It was a kind of "rite of passage" at that age among'st your mates. Though at twelve years of age, who knew what a rite of passage meant:confused: Then I'd go home and my dad would ask me why I was covered in bugs!

You lot are nothing but hooligans :rolleyes:

i remember when i was younger doing it with my mates hedge hopping we called it i also remember doing it and landing straight in someones garden pond who just happened to be a copper and looking out of the kitchen window at the time he took me home to my mother and i got leathered alover t**t