The joy of six .... alternative forms of entertainement (III)

Of a much less offensive order, we used to indulge in water fights ,even in the middle of January (!!) but one of our favorite games was mudfights

We'd spend whole summer mornings preparing our 'arms' (sloppy mudballs, sausages on sticks, buckets of mud mixed with cat pee !!!)

What glee and joy to be had thinking about how i was going to filthy-up Steeve, Darrel or Chris (my next door neighbour)

Generally, we'd wait until the end of the childrens t.v programs before settling down to getting 'tooled up'

Me : 'Whatcha got Chris ?'
Chris : 'Ah haaa! That'd be tellin' .. lets's just say that a fair bit of rabbit crap is involved; And you ?'
Me : 'i've got a Tiddles special on the go'
Chris : 'ohhhh that's bad'
Me : 'héhéhé'

And so, until midday, each camp would prepare it's arsenal whereupon, in the spirit of Christmas 1914, we'd all gather together to play football in our version of no-mans land d until about 2pm when we'd decide who'd be on which team

3pm was KICK OFF

Whereupon, and with no sound of warning, a deluge of turd smelling mud bombs would descend from all directions into our backyards (collateral damage being unknown at that time)

Sure, there were prohibited stones in some bombs and there was a fair share of infected cuts and puscilanimous skin erruptions, but all was fair and square in war and .. uhh ... war :)

Until the day when my ma had hung out the washing ...

Washing which mainly comprised of my father's work shirts ...

Or rather, my father was in the Navy ...

...'Navy Whites' are so-called for a reason ...

The reason being that they are immaculately white

One serious scolding later and The Mud Wars came to a Treaty of Versailles truce