I was listening to Simon Mayos confession time last night when the incident of throwing a pie out of the car reminded me of a halycon two week spell in August 1983 when I was 16.
The gang I knocked about with had an older member who also had a car, a clapped out Mk1 escort. I can't remember who's idea it was but we ended up doing a spot of water ballooning from the car. The main game was to drive past girls with t-shirts on and through a water filled balloon at them from behind. We would then turn round and give them marks out of 10 for the wet t-shirt competition. The best balloons were the long thin ones as these would wrap around their necks before releasing the water down their chests. As we could only throw out of the front passenger window we took it in turns when the thrower missed.
As well as many fantastic moments when the target girl wasn't wearing a bra there were a few other highlights. One in particular stands out; we were on our way to a favourite hunting ground with a full box of water filled balloons in the passenger footwell when a young lad in a triumph spitfire overtook our over filled clapped out escort. When in front he slowed right down which made it obvious to us that he wanted us to overtake so he could then show off and overtake us.
His face as Fobby in the front emptied the contents of the box over him and the car as we overtook him remains with me to this day. That drowned rat look coupled with complete disbelief and astonishment was priceless.
Suffice to say this fun diodn't last forever and one day we got the flashing blue lights behind us. PC brick tuliphouse poked his head through the window and said " we know what you're upto, it stops now". Six little white as a sheet faces nodded their compliance and the fun stopped.
But they were good days.
The gang I knocked about with had an older member who also had a car, a clapped out Mk1 escort. I can't remember who's idea it was but we ended up doing a spot of water ballooning from the car. The main game was to drive past girls with t-shirts on and through a water filled balloon at them from behind. We would then turn round and give them marks out of 10 for the wet t-shirt competition. The best balloons were the long thin ones as these would wrap around their necks before releasing the water down their chests. As we could only throw out of the front passenger window we took it in turns when the thrower missed.
As well as many fantastic moments when the target girl wasn't wearing a bra there were a few other highlights. One in particular stands out; we were on our way to a favourite hunting ground with a full box of water filled balloons in the passenger footwell when a young lad in a triumph spitfire overtook our over filled clapped out escort. When in front he slowed right down which made it obvious to us that he wanted us to overtake so he could then show off and overtake us.
His face as Fobby in the front emptied the contents of the box over him and the car as we overtook him remains with me to this day. That drowned rat look coupled with complete disbelief and astonishment was priceless.
Suffice to say this fun diodn't last forever and one day we got the flashing blue lights behind us. PC brick tuliphouse poked his head through the window and said " we know what you're upto, it stops now". Six little white as a sheet faces nodded their compliance and the fun stopped.
But they were good days.
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