Ok.
Here’s the place to clear your conscience in a Safe and Friendly environment.
I will start….
A long time ago , when I was 16, I started my working life as a bricklayer apprentice, working for a large house builder.
As the youngest in the works van and the newest recruit, I was often dropped off by the sadistic van driver miles away for where I wanted to get out. “It’s here or two more miles away” he used to laugh , as all of the others in the crew bus goaded him to go further away…
Anyway…
He was a shooting enthusiast who used to use the crew van at the weekends to go to his patch to shoot pheasants and rabbits and one day I found some of his shot gun cartridges in the glove box of the van…
These were conveniently placed next to his rolling tobacco tin.
One Xmas as I was about to be sent to another site to work with another gang of brickies, I may have accidentally split one or two of his shotgun cartridges open and put some of the gunpowder in with his rolling baccy……
I never found out what happened……
There that’s better , I’m glad I got that off my chest…
