Re: The Wrong Crowd
Yes I did. Well, not so much the 'wrong crowd' but more a couple of wrong-uns.
Whilst playing in our back yard, they persuaded me to aid them in nicking some chocolate bars from my dad's off licence.
Well, the deed was done but, to my surprise, my dad had pre-knowledge of it and we were soon hauled in to face the music. Apparently, unknown to us he was in 'the grotto' - the outside toilet at the bottom of the yard, and had overheard all our planning.