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I thought I would start a thread about something that we all may have done when we were kids. It might be something that you would rather forget (but do share it please) or it might be something that brings back tears of laughter. It might just be a hint of nostalgia but to be honest who does not like nostalgia? Try and keep it to incidents before you were 13, that way we can forgive you as an innocent child if it errs on the wrong side of the law.
One that has never left me was when I was out with friends on a Sunday morning. Two of my friends had come to help me with my paper round because we were going fishing early, we had to go early because it was private waters but we knew the owner never came out until at least 11am and we never had tickets (or a rod license).
My paper round ended up near to the Crewe Alexandra football ground, it was a real eyesore in those days (no comments please), anyway as I walked past one of the old sheds that used to be at the back I noticed that the lock was on the hasp but not locked. I shouted to my mates to come and see and together we all went in to have a look. Inside were loads of boxes, about 10 altogether, they were about 12 inch square and quite heavy, Frank, my mate opened one up and we all looked in, it was like looking in at wads and wads of cash, the boxes were full of nicely stacked Crewe Alex lottery tickets. These tickets at the time were sold door to door and in the local clubs and pubs, they cost 25p to buy and the jackpot was, if I remember, £500.
My brain immediately shouted out "raleigh chopper" while Frank's shouted raleigh grifter, Tony was only 10 so he probably thought " I want my Mum" anyway if he did think that he did not show it because he soon had a box in his newspaperbag.
We took about 5 boxes and disappeared behind a load of crumbled down garages where we had a bit of a den.
We scratched off about a ton (it felt like it) of silver coverings, fishing was a distant memory now. I was going to buy action men, skate boards and loads of sweets, that was on top of what my mates were going to buy.
Every time we heard a noise one of us would look over the wall but no one ever came. We kept throwing the losing tickets into a bag because we were going to burn them to hide the evidence, the bag soon filled up. After about 2 hours we had 'won' £60, not bad really, £20 quid each, then Frank hit the big time, 3 horseshoes worth £250! happy days! now I wanted a flying machine like James Bond and we could afford one, how cool would we be going to school in the morning on that.
Four hours later and we had a pile of losing tickets higher than Mount Everest, we had won the sum of £310 after scratching about 10,000 tickets.
All we had to do now was get the cash from the office, who would know??
It took ages for us to decide who would go to the cash office at the Alex and so we all went together. We left it till Thursday when Crewe had a big game, Northwich Victoria at home, I decided that we should get my mate Dave to help us because he looked a lot older, he was actually my sister's boyfriend. We gave him the £250 ticket and told him he could have £50, off he went to the office and never came back! at half time all three of us decided to go and chance it, we only had 25/50p tickets and thought we would be ok. The lady at the desk was really nice to us, "ooh, boys, you have done well, come into the office and I will get you your money"
Result! this was easy, in we marched, straight into two of the biggest policemen we had seen, and there was Dave, sitting on a seat sweating like a pig. We were taken to a police car and I don't mind saying that I was touching cloth, Frank and Tony must have had the same thoughts because they were trumping their little bots off, what a smell!
We lived next door to each other and so it was easy for the police to see our parents, my Dad has an extremely fiery Irish temper and he was livid.
The thing was that after much ear slapping and shouting I swear that they were laughing at us, I knew my Dad's slap was hard but that night it was a little softer and he kept giggling, what the flip was this about?
Monday night and we are all in the police station for a rollocking and what a shouting voice that Copper had, I can still hear him now.
We all got a police warning and were told that if we do anything wrong then prison it will be. Crying and snuffling we all went to leave when the Sergeant stopped us and asked us to take a look at the evidence he had one more time, I was looking at the £250 ticket and thinking "he is giving it to us,yes!" "look closer sonny" he said, "whats the date" I looked and the date read January 1977, we all looked at him and winched when he said "its now March 1978, they are all out of bleedin date, you idiots!" and then they all started laughing their heads off..................
What a set of fools we felt, all that for nothing.
rrr:rrr:
One that has never left me was when I was out with friends on a Sunday morning. Two of my friends had come to help me with my paper round because we were going fishing early, we had to go early because it was private waters but we knew the owner never came out until at least 11am and we never had tickets (or a rod license).
My paper round ended up near to the Crewe Alexandra football ground, it was a real eyesore in those days (no comments please), anyway as I walked past one of the old sheds that used to be at the back I noticed that the lock was on the hasp but not locked. I shouted to my mates to come and see and together we all went in to have a look. Inside were loads of boxes, about 10 altogether, they were about 12 inch square and quite heavy, Frank, my mate opened one up and we all looked in, it was like looking in at wads and wads of cash, the boxes were full of nicely stacked Crewe Alex lottery tickets. These tickets at the time were sold door to door and in the local clubs and pubs, they cost 25p to buy and the jackpot was, if I remember, £500.
My brain immediately shouted out "raleigh chopper" while Frank's shouted raleigh grifter, Tony was only 10 so he probably thought " I want my Mum" anyway if he did think that he did not show it because he soon had a box in his newspaperbag.
We took about 5 boxes and disappeared behind a load of crumbled down garages where we had a bit of a den.
We scratched off about a ton (it felt like it) of silver coverings, fishing was a distant memory now. I was going to buy action men, skate boards and loads of sweets, that was on top of what my mates were going to buy.
Every time we heard a noise one of us would look over the wall but no one ever came. We kept throwing the losing tickets into a bag because we were going to burn them to hide the evidence, the bag soon filled up. After about 2 hours we had 'won' £60, not bad really, £20 quid each, then Frank hit the big time, 3 horseshoes worth £250! happy days! now I wanted a flying machine like James Bond and we could afford one, how cool would we be going to school in the morning on that.
Four hours later and we had a pile of losing tickets higher than Mount Everest, we had won the sum of £310 after scratching about 10,000 tickets.
All we had to do now was get the cash from the office, who would know??
It took ages for us to decide who would go to the cash office at the Alex and so we all went together. We left it till Thursday when Crewe had a big game, Northwich Victoria at home, I decided that we should get my mate Dave to help us because he looked a lot older, he was actually my sister's boyfriend. We gave him the £250 ticket and told him he could have £50, off he went to the office and never came back! at half time all three of us decided to go and chance it, we only had 25/50p tickets and thought we would be ok. The lady at the desk was really nice to us, "ooh, boys, you have done well, come into the office and I will get you your money"
Result! this was easy, in we marched, straight into two of the biggest policemen we had seen, and there was Dave, sitting on a seat sweating like a pig. We were taken to a police car and I don't mind saying that I was touching cloth, Frank and Tony must have had the same thoughts because they were trumping their little bots off, what a smell!
We lived next door to each other and so it was easy for the police to see our parents, my Dad has an extremely fiery Irish temper and he was livid.
The thing was that after much ear slapping and shouting I swear that they were laughing at us, I knew my Dad's slap was hard but that night it was a little softer and he kept giggling, what the flip was this about?
Monday night and we are all in the police station for a rollocking and what a shouting voice that Copper had, I can still hear him now.
We all got a police warning and were told that if we do anything wrong then prison it will be. Crying and snuffling we all went to leave when the Sergeant stopped us and asked us to take a look at the evidence he had one more time, I was looking at the £250 ticket and thinking "he is giving it to us,yes!" "look closer sonny" he said, "whats the date" I looked and the date read January 1977, we all looked at him and winched when he said "its now March 1978, they are all out of bleedin date, you idiots!" and then they all started laughing their heads off..................
What a set of fools we felt, all that for nothing.
rrr:rrr:
