My dad was regaling his grandkids with tales of mischief night round Barnsley at the weekend. Took me back to some nasty deeds round Crofton when I were a nipper. What's the worst you've done? I may, or may not, have been involved in;</p> Huge dustbin full of water propped up against someone's front door. Ring bell. Run</p> Paper bag full of dogshit set alight on someone's front step. Ring bell. Run</p> Rolled up newspapers shoved up drainpipes and set alight (not to be attempted with plastic drainpipes, kids!) Bloody irresponsible, looking back, but achieves an effect you would not believe! </p> Long rope tied tightly between two opposite back doors (not advisable across roads!) Knock on both doors. Run. </p> </p> If anyone from Crofton is reading this, I'm obviously making it all up. </p>
If it hadn't rained for a while - setting fire to the leaves that had settled in the grates at the roadside - would still do that now if I could run away fast enough.
Rolled up newspapers shoved up drainpipes and set alight We called this a "bull roarer" </p> We used to do the packman run, sprint down the road knocking on about 50 doors on the way down.would have all the street out.</p> most of the time we would be on guard though, watching that nobody set fire to our bonny that was proberly made up of old tyres,harmful plastics and a bit of asbestos just to add a bang now and then.....</p> ah! the good ol days... </p> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mischief_night</p> In some localities, notably Yorkshire, it occurred on the night before Guy Fawkes Night (4 November) </p>
Oooh dunt get me started on chubbyin'!! We sat up all night on the 4th - taking turns to guard our bonny. Usually raided by them ***** from Hall Park Avenue. Remember one year we were firing rockets horizontally at them through Conker Woods to keep 'em away. Chubbying generally started around the end of August...
Ahhh mizzy night in Crofton.... </p> Quite possible the happiest time of my life. Looking back, I don't think I ever got more excited about anything than mischief neet. It was my birthday for a start, and we had a virtual unlimited supply of Fireworks (obviously) and eggs (I was Bainsey's milkman). The two commodities youneed for mizzy neet, and we had more than anyone.</p> We ran that village for about 8 years. Starting slowly with the odd garden hop when we were younger, by the time we were 16 we'd got the whole village mapped out and plannedwhere, when and what we were going to strike. I can remember them well:</p> 10 of the best (a row of 10 houses with easy low-fenced accessbetween each of their back gardens, great for egging).</p> Mission Impossible (a row of 6 bungalows on Spring Hill with very clued-up residents, used to put obstaclesbetween their back gardenswhen mischeif was expected, very tricky)</p> The bermuda triangle (3 houses at the bottom of Slack Lane that took particular planning due to dogs and high fences, and proximity to well lit main road).</p> Roman Conk's (a particularly easy-to-get-a-chase-off resident of Wentworth Close- great early doors to set the ball rolling).</p> Stump, stalk, stick and scrags (a known family to us, no real reason, just a target).</p> ...and best of all Schmick's. </p> Schmick was the best of all. A theiving, scruffy and never-got-bathed-in-their-lives pair of brothers, we mizzied them all the time, but mizzy night was special. You name it, we did it. Once 10 of us dressed up in camauflage and belly crawled to the back door thru their never-cut grass to deposit dog **** and eggs in the letter box. Eggs, fireworks, fruit, you name it, we used it. Best bit was egging their windows and running through the wasteland at the back of their house. But we didn't leg it like normal, we'd look like we were pegging it but hang back and ambush em with eggsas they came running after us. Glory days.</p> In the end wehad a story about usin the Crofton "Smoke Signal" community rag, so we knew we'd made it, Retirement was swift, but for the next 5 years we still couldn't resistcoming out ofretirement for theodd dig at Schmick. </p> Looking back, its not behaviour to be proud of, but it was harmless enough and gave me some of the best laughs I've ever had.</p>
strangely I'm really not impressed by that. I hate this time of year and having just reported for the 3rd time in a week - broken windows (not mine) which will cost about £500 to replace harmless fun? ......... I'll go with criminal damage and harassment more like and there's me usually the glass half full type
Me neither susie. I'd hate any of the stuff we used to to do to be done to our house now, but looking back, much like Harrow, my birthday/mizzy neet/bonny neet was the happiest time of the year. Nobody got hurt. Just wet. Or shitty. Or stuck.
RE: strangely None of what they did (or say they did) particularly involved anything that'd cost more than a bucket of water and a cloth to clean up though.
RE: strangely we used to set dogs on fire and throw sausages onto petrol station forecourts. clean that up wi a bucket yer lovely person.
Chubbyin'!!? Does tha mean bunnywoodin'? I remember bunnywoodin' during October & having a huge bonfire in't Pit field in front of Redbrook Colliery. Mischief Neet were revenge time against them neighbours that used to keep our footballs.