After completing high school in what appeared to be an angelic fashion, my university years were quite the opposite. The pinnacle of this rebellion was the year I shared a place with the boys. The site of shenanigans was the first house on the street and shall be forever known as "Sansey Avenue".
The substance abuse that occurred that year was quite severe, my grades neatly reflected that fact. As I sit here, wallowing in my recollections, I can barely believe some of it happened. A prime example is the bonfire in the living room, or the car sailing through the neighbours fence, or the bottle smashing party.
I was perusing the Tyrants work, when it reminded me of the fruit and vegetable episode;
So one day, a group of us are on one of the four balconies of our large four bedroom, double storey house. This happened to be the largest balcony with some really classy synthetic grass to complete the effect. The discussion must have been boring, because one of us ending up playing with the neighbours' overhanging tree, a lemon tree. One thing led to another and before you knew it a full blown game of fruit skirmish was at hand.
The house was pretty amazing, very labyrinthine. A couple of options for venturing upstairs, a couple of extra options for getting down and many doors to spring from. Lemons flying everywhere. At least the lemon scent was a pleasant change from the usual aroma. It took nearly an hour for us to smash the first window. By that stage we had exhausted the neighbours' lemon supplies anyway. The perfect solution was to distribute the 10 kilos of potatoes from the kitchen and head to the park. Fruit and vegetable skirmish, a new perspective on healthy living. I had alluded to the disgraceful behaviour, you were warned. I like to think we were (are?) just keeping our youthful exuberance.
One of the most amazing things about that tenure, we managed to get all our bond back. God bless double brick walls, slate floors and K'archer pressure cleaners.



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