A laugh a day.

[berettaman1]

I am still awake after staying up for the fight, When I just received a phone call from a mate who used to work for me back in the90,s He now lives in Perth Australia, He started reminissing of the years we travelled all over the UK and the daft things we got up to, He was as mad as a box of frogs, many a time I would be driving the van flat out and he would climb in the back of the van,(to tidy up the tools and rollers which used to start sliding around) When for a laugh he would clamp his hands over my eyes while we were speeding along!!He allways removed them if he thought we were about to crash!! other times he would set fire to a couple of pages of the Sun newspaper and start wafting it about my body and face, ignoring my screams for help out of the window as we sped along.more than once I was without a eyebrow for weeks which used to get me funny looks from the female staff in the C&G Building Soc branches, and the Post Offices which we attended, other funny times was when he used to crouch down in the footwell of the van and use the CB through the loudhailer when we used to be approaching council roadworkers and he would bark instructions like__Cmon lads you can work harder than that!! and _Cmon, put your backs into it!!Ha Ha, once I had a slight air leak in the exhaust on the van and when approaching young women I used to switch off, then on ,the ignition on the van the resulting loud explosian used to get the girls screaming and clutching their chests, I even, to my shame did it to a old bloke with a Jack Russell on a lead and when the loud BOOM went off, I swear on my life the Jack Russell with the lead out horizontal behind him overtook the van!! I still laugh about it even now, in the end of course the silencer split open and I had to replace it but I still carried on causing explosians all over Britain untill the cops followed and warned me about it.However, I digress ,This mate of mine went into the navy in Submarines and he was laughing about my words of advice I gave him when he told me he was going to be a submariner, I said the best advice I can give you is, Allways shut the windows before you dive!! I still wish I was at work, everyday was full of laughing and P*** Taking, Happy Days...

[starlight32]

I am still awake after staying up for the fight, When I just received a phone call from a mate who used to work for me back in the90,s He now lives in Perth Australia, He started reminissing of the years we travelled all over the UK and the daft things we got up to, He was as mad as a box of frogs, many a time I would be driving the van flat out and he would climb in the back of the van,(to tidy up the tools and rollers which used to start sliding around) When for a laugh he would clamp his hands over my eyes while we were speeding along!!He allways removed them if he thought we were about to crash!! other times he would set fire to a couple of pages of the Sun newspaper and start wafting it about my body and face, ignoring my screams for help out of the window as we sped along.more than once I was without a eyebrow for weeks which used to get me funny looks from the female staff in the C&G Building Soc branches, and the Post Offices which we attended, other funny times was when he used to crouch down in the footwell of the van and use the CB through the loudhailer when we used to be approaching council roadworkers and he would bark instructions like__Cmon lads you can work harder than that!! and _Cmon, put your backs into it!!Ha Ha, once I had a slight air leak in the exhaust on the van and when approaching young women I used to switch off, then on ,the ignition on the van the resulting loud explosian used to get the girls screaming and clutching their chests, I even, to my shame did it to a old bloke with a Jack Russell on a lead and when the loud BOOM went off, I swear on my life the Jack Russell with the lead out horizontal behind him overtook the van!! I still laugh about it even now, in the end of course the silencer split open and I had to replace it but I still carried on causing explosians all over Britain untill the cops followed and warned me about it.However, I digress ,This mate of mine went into the navy in Submarines and he was laughing about my words of advice I gave him when he told me he was going to be a submariner, I said the best advice I can give you is, Allways shut the windows before you dive!! I still wish I was at work, everyday was full of laughing and P*** Taking, Happy Days...

 

berettaman1- So how many more on PW were chavs' of the 70's??:lol: :look:

[ME]

I used to have a car valeting company a few years ago. I fitted a Claxon horn to our van and whenever we saw anyone day-dreaming, bending over to tie a shoe lace or a well stacked young lady we would let the claxon rip - OOOOGAAAAHHHH !!!

 

The other favourites in an office envirionment are to slightly unclip peoples telephone handset cables so when they pick the handset up the cable falls off. If you have people with back to back desks swap their keyboard and mouses over. Stick down the receiver button so when people lift up the handset it doesn't stop ringing !!!.... and there's plenty more !!! :look:

[berettaman1]

Cheers Guys, I bet if a few more members opened up about the funny things they have got up to, or witnessed this could be a real funny thread, When i was a kid, the Lavatories where I lived was at the bottom of the gardens in a long line, the seats were a square plank with a hole in the middle, ( A bit like the poshest hotel in Pakistan today!! the waste was flushed away by a large tank ,which when full would empty and flush the line of bogs from top to bottom, We used to wait untill we saw someone along the line of terraced houses enter their loo then , trip the water tank release , after putting a large bundle of old newspapers into the trough and setting light to it!!the flaming mass used to rush along the trough before the water put it out, and many was the time I had a good hiding from my dad or a neighbour when I was grassed up,Hee Hee, I can laugh about it now but at the time I often paid for it even when it was not Me!! :look:

[digger]

A few years back I worked on a large site with a gang I had worked with for years. On a Friday we all had a punt on tips given by the sparks who came from Newbury and knew a few stable lads.

One of the brickies ( Dan ) would drink / gamble most of his cash away by Monday and always be in trouble with his Mrs. We put a fiver on and he would always do at least a nifty if not more. We were putting a new gas main in at just over 1.5m deep and when the race was over told him the tip had lost so he screwed up his bet slip and threw it on top of the pipe. I then back filled with the digger and tracked over the trench. Friday is poets day so I locked the digger up at two, put the keys in my pocket and left for home ( I was working away at the time) the other lads lived local and for a laugh told him we got the result wrong and the tip had come in at 10/1. Dan spent most of Saturday digging up the trench by hand to find his slip and only found out he was being mugged when he went to the bookies on the Monday. He was not a happy chap.

A year later we were working on a large country house and the lady of it had horses as well as a few acres of wods. The rabits were digging in the paddocks and she was concerned one may break a leg. When we packed up of an evening me and a mate would go out and shoot a few rabbits to keep her happy. Dan would wait for us to head off then toot his horn to scare them off.

We got our own back by wrapping a partially gutted rabbit around his manifold. He stopped in the middle of Godalming high st when the smell became too much. Happy days.

[berettaman1]

A few years back I worked on a large site with a gang I had worked with for years. On a Friday we all had a punt on tips given by the sparks who came from Newbury and knew a few stable lads.

One of the brickies ( Dan ) would drink / gamble most of his cash away by Monday and always be in trouble with his Mrs. We put a fiver on and he would always do at least a nifty if not more. We were putting a new gas main in at just over 1.5m deep and when the race was over told him the tip had lost so he screwed up his bet slip and threw it on top of the pipe. I then back filled with the digger and tracked over the trench. Friday is poets day so I locked the digger up at two, put the keys in my pocket and left for home ( I was working away at the time) the other lads lived local and for a laugh told him we got the result wrong and the tip had come in at 10/1. Dan spent most of Saturday digging up the trench by hand to find his slip and only found out he was being mugged when he went to the bookies on the Monday. He was not a happy chap.

A year later we were working on a large country house and the lady of it had horses as well as a few acres of wods. The rabits were digging in the paddocks and she was concerned one may break a leg. When we packed up of an evening me and a mate would go out and shoot a few rabbits to keep her happy. Dan would wait for us to head off then toot his horn to scare them off.

We got our own back by wrapping a partially gutted rabbit around his manifold. He stopped in the middle of Godalming high st when the smell became too much. Happy days.

Ha Ha Ha,Brilliant keep em coming,