Model train
As a boy I had a model railway. My mate Michael had a bigger and better one and generously lent me one of his engines at one point.

As said borrowed engine was going round my track, it hit some lump in the rails or something, and fell off the layout onto the floor of my bedroom. The chassis rails, being Hornby plastic, broke.

I took it back to school next day to give to Michael, but it was in the box and I didn't let on about the damage. At playtime, I said to Michael that we'd better go and have a look to make sure his engine was OK (an odd thing to do, but no matter). Lo and behold, when he took it out of the box it was broken. I denied all knowledge but said I'd seen one of our other classmates, Tommy, messing around with it earlier.

So Tommy got the blame, even though he (rightly) denied all responsibility. I even went to the length of bringing in my toy fingerprint kit after lunchtime and fabricating forensic evidence to condemn him.

And I got off scot free. Result!

I feel better for getting all this off my chest. The catharsis in this week's QOTW is great. It's like some sort of group therapy session:

"Hi, my name's [insert name] and I want to confess something to a bunch of people I've never met. And by the way, I also fancy rachelswipe".
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 9:23, Reply)