“punkofnice”: “At Twickenham CONvention I used to nip out. Get the tube and go on a pub crawl . . .”
That reminds me of when I used to go to bars and drink during the district conventions when they were held in Hamilton, Ontario. Once I had a few glasses of wine with my lunch and then had some beer at another bar, and then I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked a couple or so. I actually got on the local transit bus and went for a nice ride to fill in the time. Then I returned to the rest of the afternoon sessions and sat with my parents with booze on my breath. One other time I went to a different district convention to make up a day I missed while sick (like a good boy). I arrived a bit late and decided to do a little session at the nearby bar. When I went into the convention stadium, I reeked so much of booze that the attendants called the convention organizer over the two-way radio, and they ended up actually calling my dad to come and pick me up. (Not a very proud moment for the family.)
What else besides heavy drinking and some cigarette smoking: impaired driving (not now, though), lots and lots of masturbating with bizarre fantasies, sex play with other kids (way back when I was a kid, of course), “playing around” with animals (especially dogs), swearing in an extremely irreverent (and creative) manner, watching the worst R-rated movies there are. . . . . Although, come to think of it, I wasn’t really all that bad per se. I mean, I didn’t hurt anybody. And I’ve quit drinking (again).