The Tears of a Clown

Now if there's a smile upon my face…

A Confession…

Dear Tears of a Clown, I have a confession to make.

It concerns those childhood pranks that many of us used to get up to in our school days.

Outside the perimeter of Redhill School is a small unmade road called Cherry Close. Heading away from the school it meets a path also lining the school playing field known locally as Back Twitchell or Back Track. At this corner, a few worthies and I, out for a little mayhem and mischief on the dark evenings after school, would meet and dream up pranks to play.

Now there was this older chap who would come along religiously at a certain time every evening on his push-bike, slowly wending his way. Looking back, the poor fellow had probably just finished his afternoon shift, grafting at the pit, a factory or wherever. Now this trick didn’t happen once…or twice…or even three times. It happened many times intermittently over a period of several weeks. Cherry Close was very poorly lit, if it all, in places and this was capitalised upon by us setting up a trip wire of cotton across the path. This wire was in turn attached to another piece of cotton which was carefully strung across an overhanging branch of a tall tree and on the end of this was a woman’s hair net (remember those?) containing a very large plastic plant pot filled with soil.

I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what happened when the trip wire was triggered by the push-bike but safe to say it usually resulted with this poor chap absolutely caked in soil. There were usually quite a few swear words I’d never heard before. He never caught us, never spotted us in our hidey holes, choking with laughter, moreover he never seemed to suspect that it might happen again…and again.

There, I almost feel better now! 🙂

PS I should add that this was one of the beginning of a life-long interest in running. It suddenly presented itself as a necessity for survival.

April 6, 2010 - Posted by | Ripping Yarns

1 Comment »

  1. I suspect that something like this nowadays would warrant an ASBO.

    Harmless fun or anti-social behaviour? And have our standards and tolerances changed or our society and young people?

    Perhaps we could ask Cameron, Clegg, Brown and co at the next debate?

    Comment by Alan-a-dale | April 16, 2010


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