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October 31, 2006

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Cunningham


SBK, we often did (or at least tried) one better.
In our district there were some relatively narrow streets and we would first attach one end of a fishing line to one knocker, then go softly across the road and tie the other end to the knocker on the door opposite, leaving a small bit of slack.
We would then lightly pull one end of the line to knock on one door. The theory was that victim No. 1 would open his door, see nobody outside and close it again. When opening, his door would have pulled the line back, which would in turn have activated the knocker on the other side. When neighbour No. 2 opposite then opened, he would in turn have activated the opposite knocker, and so on. Theoretically this could have gone on all night. It rarely worked so well in practice, but sometimes the people were too drunk or too old or both to notice the line and from out position behind a hedge we did see two or three rounds of mutual knocking.

We once got caught and were actually arrested by the Gardai for this prank.

SBK

The Showgrounds in Ballymena always had a great big fireworks display that was run by the local army barracks courtesy of the soldiers. I can safely say that ALL members of the community attended. But perhaps if the parents (unionist and nationalist) had observed the wide eyed wonder of ALL the kids there then maybe the horrible tension that often exists in NI wouldn't be there. "Fenian" or "Hun" all wee weans love a fireworks display. I for one still do.

kloot

SBK

Sometimes I think we were the last generation of kids to actually have a proper childhood. Im moving on towards 30 now and I look at my brothers kids and its all tv and playstation.

When I was growing up we used to make our own kites, bows and arrows, peg guns. We used to ramble the fields, make our own halloween masks and other stuff.

then there were the street games like 40 40 or knockadelli, buster buster, rounders, hop skotch and on and on. Innocent times really, and sadly missed.

Most importantly even though i lived in a Catholic area all us "Prods" were invited. It was only when we hit our teens that words like "fenian" and "hun" entered our vocabularies and we all stopped being friends.

How very true. It applies across the board on preducisims. Look at our kids happily going to school with kids of all race, with no thought of preduice from them.

SBK

Cunningham

You forgot the KISS rule. Keep It Simple Stupid!! But that is fantastically elaborate and I applaud you for it. Boo on the Guards though. The RUC usually only reacted (in my experience) if people went too far i.e. fireworks through the letterbox or real vandalism. One year a policeman came up behind us just as we were about to pull the fishing line. He knew full well what we were doing and we thought we were for the high jump. He ducked down and said something along the lines of "As long as you don't damage property or bully old people lads......can I pull the line? It's just this bastard used to give me the cane at school." How could we refuse!?

Peter

Andrew, I sympathesise with you about the "trick or treat" menace. Part of the Americanisation of our society which we could well do without.

Cunningham


It's incredible to recall this now, but we used to make "copper bombs" at Halloween. These were pipe bombs filled with a mixture of sodium chlorate fertiliser and sugar. The two ends of the pipe would be bent down and folded to make a strong seal. A small hole would be made on one side of the pipe.
You would then place the loaded pipe in some lane (with echo for maximum effect), lay a foot-long trail of the NaChl-Sugar mixture until it crossed the hole in the pipe, lit it and ran. Once one of mine flew up too high and smashed through a window.
I can still recall the feeling of excitement at running away through the dark and hearing the big bang behind you.

SBK

kloot

The MegaDrives and Super Nintendos only creeped in when I was already about 12/13. I had both!! But by that point I'd already got up to kids high jinks and knew respect for my elders. My little bro (4 years younger) his group, if we were the start of the dogs tail they were the tip, were really the last. After that every was scared a pedo lived on every street. Don't get me wrong my mum and dad always had to know where I was BUT I was still allowed to go play with other kids. The PS2's etc of this world just make it easier to convince a kid to stay indoors where it's "safe"

kloot

We kept it alot simpler. with getting a roll of caps ( the ones for the toy guns) and unrolling the full roll. Folding it in half length wise and rolling it around a 2p coin, then apply loads of cellotape. You could then throw it at the ground and it let off one hell of a bang. There alternative was sticking it in a pen lid with some paper to light

Cunningham


SBK, I could listen to your tales of life in your district (Belfast?) all night. Life was hard, but there was a great sense of solidarity among young lads then.

But it's off to work with me now. Night all!

SBK

Cunningham

Dear God!!! But an old school pal of mine made a "bomb" out of batteries and other household things (this was the early, early days of the internet) and detonated it in his back yard having buried it about 4 feet under. The 10 foot crater said it all! He never did it again and destroyed all the notes he'd taken from the web as soon as the rather more dodgy kids got wind of what had happened. He was grounded for a year!

SBK

Cunningham

I'm from Ballymena! And trust me the troubles didn't affect me the way it affected folk from Belfast. The first 8 or so years of my life were lived closed to the breadline but since then my family have been doing pretty well for themselves. So much so that Friday night is steak and good wine night in the SBK house ;-)

SBK

Imagine we tried to pull the stunts we did as kids and young teens now? "Knick knocking" as we called it was the simple one i.e. knock a door and run away laughing like you'd just got away with robbing Fort Knox.

kloot

Imagine we tried to pull the stunts we did as kids and young teens now? "Knick knocking" as we called it was the simple one i.e. knock a door and run away laughing like you'd just got away with robbing Fort Knox.

:) very true. Im living in Dublin now and a few years back, the day after halloween, there was a knock on my door. Standing at the door was a posse of neighbours looking to hang someone for knocking on their doors and running away, and since we were young people they figured it was us. It wasnt though ( I swear!!! ) but they were fit to kill someone

SBK

kloot

Maybe us Brits and Irish do have things in common!

I can see it now. "You Kloot and SBK are co-accused of the heinous crime of knocking some humourless gits door! As a you both have "your tails between your legs" you are both clearly guilty. As carbon copies of the Antichrist himself you are to be taken from this place and hung buy your necks until you are dead!!! The fact that your actions represented a form of cross-community cooperation have not been taken into account as some **** egged my door last night"

kloot

SBK,

I think both communities have alot in common and sadly the actions of extremists in both communities over the last 90 years have pushed our communities to either poles.

Im sure kids in england, scotland and wales had similar childhoods. Its a uniquely British Isles childhood experience I think.

I bet we could talk all night about the similar crips and sweets and tv programmes as well. My favourites being banshee bones, wham bars and the a-team.

SBK

wham bars. The one with the crystal things in them that tickled your tongue. The main bar was a purplish colour if I recall. We all have so much in common, but we focus on the little differences. And sadly that's what it means to be human

kloot

crips

I meant crisps of course :)

I can see it now. "You Kloot and SBK are co-accused of the heinous crime of knocking some humourless gits door! As a you both have "your tails between your legs" you are both clearly guilty. As carbon copies of the Antichrist himself you are to be taken from this place and hung buy your necks until you are dead!!! The fact that your actions represented a form of cross-community cooperation have not been taken into account as some **** egged my door last night"

yeah, SBK, and here all we were tying to do was foster intercommunity relations... LOL

My dad used to do this trick on halloween night where here hung some apples in the garage and you had to be blind folded and then try to eat the apples. Problem was that he would also hang a bar of soap or a peeled onion. You were soun around before you had your go so it was a bit of a gamble what you bit into... the fun years, when everything was simple..except homework

kloot

The one with the crystal things in them that tickled your tongue

Yep, and took loads of your teeth out :)

then there were black jacks, apple jacks, whopper bars, sherbet, chocolate mice

kloot

Maybe us Brits and Irish do have things in common!

On this point, my mates family are big into the pipe band competitions and recently they were at the interceltic festival in france. at the major parades the bands would go on display and each band would have a flag of their country on somewhere with them, cant remember if it was on the bag pipes themselves or the kit.

anyway,every night they would end up on the batter in town with the other bands. One night they ended up with a protestant band from NI. When they got talking, the lads from NI were saying that didnt put the NI flag on as they didnt want to offend the ROI bands who they always get on well with. Once the ROI lads heard this they insisted that from now on the NI lads had the NI flag on display. They ended up going out together quite alot over the festival and some good friendships were formed.

Richard Carey

Knick knocking? That's new to me. This was called "knock down ginger" in my corner of England. Great fun I remember.

I think my attitude to trick or treat (intolerant) is maainly because we never did it, it was just something from Charlie Brown. It would never occur to me to prepare a bowl of sweets, so I'm immediately in the grumpy old man category.

I have a sadness for kids these days, who don't have half as much freedom. I remember reading a letter in a newspaper with a mother agonising over letting her son go to the park alone, and he was ten. I couldn't believe it, but I guess it's common now.

Andy McCann is a sex Goddess

So Andy, did you frighten the kids with your Halloween drag outfit this year??

Garfield

"Radical Muslims and Irish separatists jointly top my loathing league. However, most people under the age of 16 in this country come a close second."

Those under 16 would be a close third if radical Muslims and Irish separatists were ahead of them in the Andrew league of loathing.

Times must be tough if the kids can't be given a few bob. I think you'll find that throwing water constitutes assault. You sound like the grumpy neighbour who punctures footballs that come over his wall but you're only in your thirties.

exiled

What a sad git. He needs to get himself a life...and a girlfriend !!!

smcgiff

Hah! Well Done Mahons. Whatever you said can’t have been as good as I imagine it could have been.

I remember my very first parley with Andrew on ATW - He closed the comments section. I've rarely been so proud *wipes away tear*! Disgusted I've not managed it since. Although, on occasion, the odd comment has gone missing due to "technical difficulties".

As for the original thread – am I surprised? A Little. I mean, after the Irish and the Muslims who would have guessed there would have been enough hate left over for anything else?!?

Good to see some have found common ground in the comments section. So, while the lunatics are in charge of the asylum it’s good to see the visitors, at least, are sane.

Ellee

You could always open the door wearing even a scarier mask than anyone who knocks on your door, word will soon get round.

The oddest outfit I saw last night included some horrific looking mask with a rat in his mouth, dangling down his chin.

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