Reading quite OK but the taste was like 62% damp cornflake packet with a feint background aftertaste of fermented left sock.
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That would be the 2019, no vintage declared. Damp May that year.
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Aw the way of kids... That fertile imagination scary the bejasus out of us..lol
I recall as kids we used to run on the railways track..( yes..I know now
Anyway we would go so far but no further.
A nearby estate had been built, but the platform had been left behind a brick wall on it.
And to get to it, we had to walk along the track and then into a short tunnel.
A you can expect we scared ourselves silly with tales of ghosts monsters etc just getting into the tunnel.. So passion were high.
On other, at the far end sty what looked like a huge bird.. Really BIG..
It stopped us passing any further for a year or more, until we plucked up courage and got close enough to see it was a points signal of some sorts, 10 ft in the air. (mainline trains/some underground network).. And it had what looked like the wrapping of a large paper bag of potatoes caught up in it.. And everything that the wind threw up.. It looked like some evil scarecrow.
So one brave/stupid enough
we passed on into the underground network proper, where our activities came to a crashing end, as we got stopped and taken home by the police to some very vexed parents
So I gave your post a funny, as it reminded me of how kids think.. And brought back a few nice memories of old school friends.
I bet you went very fast down that hill on your bikes to race the lorries...more dangerous than railway lines methinks!
A bit of a Theresa
Love it MC
@jjraak and @gennepher regarding railways, we used to walk along one to a very busy marshling yard, steam trains, we would jump on the rolling goods trucks as they rolled into their destination sorting sidings, then run over to the next ones needing sorting and ride back up the incline and do it all over again, never got caught or hurt thank goodness. We also used to jump across the locks on the canal and have gone home smelling stagnant once dried out, mom would have cained me if I had gone home wet, yes I smelt but as we only bathed once a week I doubt anyone much noticed.
Some would call it crazy.
One of the other things we did as teenagers is tie our two wheel bikes to our ankle with a long piece of rope and then see who could ride closest to the edge of the Canal where the lock dropped to the next level, we would put powdered resin on our tires leaving marks on the Staffordshire Blue Bricks that lined the path, the rope was so that you could pull your bike out of the canal if you were unlucky enough to end up in the cut, yes I did once or twice.
That sounds like it was a lot of fun. I was chased by the police once or twice when a teenager, got stopped by a police dog that growled every time we tried to move, I cheeked the policeman and ended up at the local nick, where my grandad was a sergeant, very embarrassing.
we had a lot of old factories closing down where i lived as a kid, major redevelopments going on.
Run outs took on a new danger lever when they came into play.
.running across the roofs, up and then down the other side of the huge glass roofs, feeling the glass bend and wobbling as you ran up it., then jumping roofs parkour style.....yehaww
police tried chasing us a few times, poor guys. roof +.little kids weight..maybe...but big burly blokes ..
Us Skipping off over the roofs, giggling as we waved them goodbye, in child like fashion,
then sliding down the stockpile of lamp posts at the council site nearby...and off home for tea.
happy days
but looking back, how on earth did we all survive childhood..
I totally get what you are saying. I am pleased I am not the only one who had to follow certain procedures that would ensure "the baddies" kept away. Even today I am quite sensitive to "atmospheres".
