Things you're ashamed of doing way back

About 40 years ago , I was driving down Briscoe Lane on our way to Maine Rd for a derby game , it was pissing down.
In the distance we noticed a couple of rags in their colours walking down the road , just about to go past a massive puddle on the road.
Needless to say , encouraged by my mates , I timed my entry through the puddle just as they were alongside. They got drenched with filthy water.
I still laugh about it now , however part of me hopes they weren’t decent rags ( if there is such a thing)
 
citytilllidie said:
When I was at school, I and a few mates had jobs stacking shelves at Shopping Giant in Cheetham Hill.
They used to play a music tape over and over and over.
When I hear any of those songs, I think back. Good times.
Soaps and washing powders was my gig :-)
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You know my brother then, he worked there when he was at college.

Cheetham Hill has certainly changed since then...... and not for the better!!
 
I was at a charity do at the local cricket club and won a prize in the raffle. When I got up to the front, they knew I was a blue and tried to give me a signed United shirt. I tried to politely refuse but they forced it into my hand, so I dropped it and stepped on it as I walked away. I was a young lad and thought I was being funny, but on reflection I realise it was pretty disrespectful, especially to the person who had kindly donated it to the auction and as most people in the room probably didn't know I was a blue.
 
kenzie115 said:
I was at a charity do at the local cricket club and won a prize in the raffle. When I got up to the front, they knew I was a blue and tried to give me a signed United shirt. I tried to politely refuse but they forced it into my hand, so I dropped it and stepped on it as I walked away. I was a young lad and thought I was being funny, but on reflection I realise it was pretty disrespectful, especially to the person who had kindly donated it to the auction and as most people in the room probably didn't know I was a blue.
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I feel a little shame at just laughing now, at the image.
 
As a kid I would occasionally get tasked with using a shovel to remove dog shit from the garden. Fair enough, but sometimes I would occasionally fling one into the neighbour's garden on either side. Neither of them had dogs.....
 
Of all the things posted on here I don't think anyone beats mine. I was maybe 8-9 just roaming my local wastelands, had a cemetery by it and a grave had a teddy on it, I took a fancy to it, and well, just took it. It was a childs grave, and I can't imagine the reaction when people came to visit it and some absolute low life scumbag **** had stolen the teddy. Needles to say I would never ever do anything of the sort now and its the thing I'm most ashamed of
 
Mayor West said:
Of all the things posted on here I don't think anyone beats mine. I was maybe 8-9 just roaming my local wastelands, had a cemetery by it and a grave had a teddy on it, I took a fancy to it, and well, just took it. It was a childs grave, and I can't imagine the reaction when people came to visit it and some absolute low life scumbag **** had stolen the teddy. Needles to say I would never ever do anything of the sort now and its the thing I'm most ashamed of
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In a previous life I was a stuffed toy....
 
On a bike ride to Daisy Nook as teenagers, we had stopped by the river. Some dickheads on the other side started giving us grief for having long hair and a certain 'look' (It was the 70's ffs)
One knob threw a full unopened can of coke at my mate, it bounced off his bike, and hit me on the thigh .... barely felt it really. But in a temper, I picked it up, threw it back at said knob. It hit him square centre of his forehead, which split like a ripe melon .... blood everywhere and he collapsed on the floor.
We legged it pronto ... well cycled it, back to Newton Heath.
I spent a week awaiting the cops to be knocking on our door to arrest me for his murder....
 
MCFCTrick said:
On a bike ride to Daisy Nook as teenagers, we had stopped by the river. Some dickheads on the other side started giving us grief for having long hair and a certain 'look' (It was the 70's ffs)
One knob threw a full unopened can of coke at my mate, it bounced off his bike, and hit me on the thigh .... barely felt it really. But in a temper, I picked it up, threw it back at said knob. It hit him square centre of his forehead, which split like a ripe melon .... blood everywhere and he collapsed on the floor.
We legged it pronto ... well cycled it, back to Newton Heath.
I spent a week awaiting the cops to be knocking on our door to arrest me for his murder....
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Doesn't sound like something you should be ashamed of though?
 
I pissed myself once after a night out when I had only been going out with my girlfriend for 4 Months. Saying that, my mate went back to a girls house, fell asleep on her toilet, shat all over the mat and floor and threw it out of the window. It then landed on the conservatory roof. Not a very pleasant Sunday cup of tea for her mum and dad
 
Millwallawayveteran1988 said:
I pissed myself once after a night out when I had only been going out with my girlfriend for 4 Months. Saying that, my mate went back to a girls house, fell asleep on her toilet, shat all over the mat and floor and threw it out of the window. It then landed on the conservatory roof. Not a very pleasant Sunday cup of tea for her mum and dad
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Why do so many people have mates that do this?
 
Nebuchadnezzar said:
I can only conclude that everyone was shagging the same bird, and you would have thought the parents must have shelled out a fortune on windowcleaners.

(Check the "when did you last soil yourself" thread)
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Shagging the sane bird was fairly common in my town so you could be right :-)

Perhaps she had a shit fetish
 
I stocked up in the pub down the road. Used to nab peanuts, crisps, bottles of coke, swigs of beer, glugs of spirits, fags from the fag machine, money from the fag machine, money from the till. What a twat. I was only about 12 and just kind of did it... (was off with a broken arm for a few weeks and my job had been given to someone else when I turned up again...). The twatty thing I was guilty about was stealing one of those chirridy football cards where you got folk to buy a team name. I went round my mates, other kids at school, the teachers, the dinner ladies, the lot. When later I was asked who'd won, it was always "that lad from fourth year, with, errrr, the brown hair".
Horrible little shit...
 
Mayor West said:
Doesn't sound like something you should be ashamed of though?
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It was because I realised afterwards, that my temper really could have killed him. Made me check it more afterwards.

Ironically, one of the lads from back then, a few years later at just 17, got into a daft fight outside the Culcheth Gates in Newton Heath. Guy hit him, he fell, head hit the curb and he was dead. Sad.
 
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