Apache

It is. Just out of interest, where is Churchill's Secret Bunker, because I remember reading about it being in the middle of a houseing estate or something.

LMAO!

Do you know what the secret nuclear bunker was Newt? I am not being sarcastic by the way. [ 20. July 2004, 09:58 AM: Message edited by: Apache ]

Oh yes it is.

ROFLMAO. Brilliant Newt

Talking of pyromaniacs: This little beauty was developed on long, tedious journeys for school trips in coaches. We were all issued with packed lunches, and among the contents would be an apple, satsuma or similarly shaped piece of fruit. We discovered that if you take the said piece of fruit and find a box of Swan Vestas (Oh the joys of what can be done with those little pink tips). Then you stick as many matches as you can, tip outwards from the apple, until it resembles a rolled up hedgehog. This is then gently lobbed from the rearmost skylight on the coach. On impacting with the road surface it detonates, producing a huge flash of blue flame and resoundign boom. The driver was always wondering what the drivers with beeping horns and flashing headlights were trying to tell him. This also works when dropped out of a high window onto the ground beside an open window of a class below, leaving little white mush spread over the window and surrounding area.

I have to admit that the best way is to ask them to hang on for a minute then give the phone to the dog, which then proceeds to eat it and snarl down it. Very funny. [ 16. July 2004, 06:52 PM: Message edited by: Apache ]

Ok. For those of you who thought I was a little saint, leave this topic now and continue to think so. In one of our classrooms we still have the old lift up desks with the inkwells. Well, this classroom has huge windows which the sun shines through all day long. The teacher was late coming in, so me and a couple of others started shining the sunlight through a magnifying glass onto some blotting paper in one of the desks. It was smouldering nicely when the teacher walks in, so we bang the desk lid down and scarper to our desks. No one was sitting at the desk containing our little bonfire. About half way through the lesson, the teacher noticed smoke trickling out through the inkwell and yanks the desk lid up. Of course, the influx of oxygen makes it worse. Out comes a cloud of smoke, enveloping the teacher, fire bells go off and most of the class leg it pronto. One school I didn't actually go to for lessons, but with a mate to watch our respective girl friends play in some concert or other. Of coure, we had no intention of staying and were intending to vanish down the pub at the first opportunity. So we get outside half way through this concert and we notice that there are some road signs saying "Diverted Traffic" with arrows and such like. The school was positioned between a fork in two main "A" roads. Being at that age when the sole aim of your being is to cause mischief, we arranged the signs in such a way that the traffic was diverted from one main road, down the school drive and onto the other main road. The inevitable happened. At chucking out time at the concert, parents and teachers come out to find the school car park looking like Spaghetti Junction at rush hour and 20 tonne HGVs thundering down the driveway. If anyone on here was caught in that, then my deepest apologies, but I'm sure that you weren't little saints when you were at school either. There are one or two more incidents, but I am needed (I hear the dulcet tones of my sister screeching my name) so I will return. [ 16. July 2004, 03:13 PM: Message edited by: Apache ]

If the land is owned by the council, but they let the public use it, then they are allowed to. If it is not council owned, then they are not, AFAIK.

Nasty that one. Is that smoke or feathers in the photo?

After experiencing the same sort of voltage that death row inmates usually do, i would guess very dead indeed. I never found the bugger. [ 01. July 2004, 10:51 PM: Message edited by: Apache ]

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My pump packed up the other week so I spent 4 hours digging up 30 feet of cabling to find that a flaming mole had eaten through it and shorted it out. Not impressed.

One reason why I dont use it, if you do, then it gives them a carte blanche to do as they like with anything and everthing in it.

Change password or just block the word chat using the filter in Internet Options.

I did have an RC Sopwith Camel, wich i built from scratch over two years with the help of a kit. It fly very well until it had a minor collision with a telephone wire, which ended up with the undercart removed. After an unsuccesful belly landing it was written-off, as I ripped all the fabric and ribs out of the bottom of the fuselage. Great fun though, and brilliant for buzzing the cats.

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Im going to be like Desperate Dan then, with the amount I drank at the parties this summer.

My Dad sends his thanks Peter. He was a big fan of Radio Caroline.

I seem to remember being told that there are two demos: one with fish and one without.

Yep, I would have to agree with that. The Dorset Stour for one.

Yes it is. Ask yourself, how would you be feeling if it was possible that it was one of your children's remains under that bridge, and then you read the above posts? :mad:

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The upload function doesnt like file names with spaces in them Mick.