I've told this story before, but I remember one Sunday, scaling the rooftops of the local shops. Anyway, someone must have called the old bill. I thought no problem, the cops aint going to catch me up here.
Only problem was, there was only one way up, and one way back down again and the copper knew it.
Anyway it was getting on for tea time, and back then you wouldn't dare roll home late, so it was mum or the copper, fooksake did the copper give me a clout! But you didn't say a word about it back then, because if yer mother found out, she'd give you even an harder wallop.
We used to get up on top of old factories. I think back to what we did, **** like walking across metal frames with glass in between about 50 feet off the ground and think bloody hell what were we thinking!
