Woollyback wrote:we used to play a game of ralio (spelling?) in the summer, it was a bit like a monster version of hide & seek but there'd be about 50 of us play it. we'd spend an entire summer holiday evening playing, with lads roaming all over town for hours on end to avoid getting caught, f*ckin brilliant it was, like a proper adventurei know the mind plays tricks on the memory but it seemed like the entire summer holidays would be red hot and sunny and you could play out till late and it was still warm
we also used to set fire to anything we could, usually all the gorse bushes in the fields on the edge of town. they used to go up a treat when it was dry, when the fire brigade turned up we used to make up all theses stories about how we saw who started it and they were hiding in this house or that house etc, with hindsight it was so obviously us who'd started it but we were angelic-faced little buggers and could get away with murder![]()
the maddest we ever did was rob a rowing boat and rowed out to a big freighter that had been mothballed and moored up in the harbour, we managed to get on board and trashed all the cabins etc, then let off one of those self-inflating life-rafts inside. we took all the emergency flares form it and went back to shore, then let them off from this disused quarry, next thing we knew was it was on the news that north wales coastguard and the RAF had started a full-scale air and sea search of the area after reports of distress flares being seen coming from the direction of the cliffs. i was about 15 at the time and god i shat myself every time the doorbell went for about a month thinking there'd be a rozzer coming to collar me
Rallio...Rallio....who's got the Ballio