Yeah had that myself, I remember as a kid goin on holiday and filling my Ma's bag up with knives on the way home. Some ****in huge ones. I liked my train of thought as a kid.
That's the very chappie. Ye need to press the button on the back to release the lock and fold the blade back in.
Or adventures , sharpening branches and making traps for the ****s from the other estates , cutting the rope of a swing to bare thread so the fat ****er takes a bad hopper when he tries swing out over the stream etc etc ... happy days, a lock back box of matches and a 2 litre of red lemonade
I agree. But I had loads of different penknives and **** when I was prepubescent. It was the done thing. One of my Uncles gave me a Swiss Army pocket knife when I was 10. Also stuff like binoculars and telescopes. Hmmm, I suddenly see what made me the man I am today