T'was I that was most commonly the..
lucky recipient of my teenage pals over active imaginations.

From the age of 12 I belive they realised that I was pretty much capable of being the fall guy in any situation - and my parents never questioned the bumps and bruised on their delightfull aire.

Some may question this as child cruelty, but for we lived in the country so was entirely normal.

Typical for us as semi country folk, much of what happened to me was in the form that probably could have killed me - infact the more evil and the more dangerous only got worse as time went along....

there was the time a friend told me the large carp pond was frozen totally solidly and they'd all been 'skating' about on it just that very morning...

With a glint of torvil and dean in my eye I went volting towards the frozen lake - to crash straight through up to my waist... unfortunatly the ice was such a thickness to make walking out - or clambering onto its surface pratically impossible... I looked like monged out zombie - all-be-it a frozen 12 yearold non-dead variety.

This form of tourture arrived on a weekly basis - including the famouse loaded shot gun in mouth prank - the being shot at with a powerful air riffle tom foolery - and the being pushed out of a tree high jinks...

Possibly the one time I managed to get my own back was a few years later - one particular lad - not known for his endearing spirit was being a dick at a party...

For some reason he was having a cup of tea (oh the debauchery) and I was handed this to give him... so I did what all people do when faced with such a situation - popped into a side room and wee'd into it... only I guessd the joke was also on the persons father - as anyone will gather - stop starting weeing is a tad difficult - especially when full of cheap 3% french beer - sorry mr mates dad for the wet patch in your study - it werent me...

oh and he drank it all...
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:20, Reply)