Also, massive props for da realest OG, crackerjack.![]()
I used to be part of a little group of lads whos sole aim seemed to be to trespass on as much land as possible until someone or other would inevitably chase us away with a dog. Didn't have a name though.
I was once invited to join the Kaliber Krew.
In order to join you had to drink a can of Kaliber in one go.
Number of members at that time: 1*
I declined
*I doubt it increased much
The Radlett Bloods? The St Albans Rockers? Who did this to you?
I suppose we were probably about nine. I burst out laughing and walked off, so fair play to the nine year old me.
Bet you blubbed later, though.
I'm sure I did during some of the other incidents but I think with this one I went home a bit confused and explained it all to my parents, whereupon we all fell about laughing.
A couple of years later said crew tried to beat me up for getting 10 out of 10 in a chemistry test, though, which was a salutary lesson for me.
And here's the evidence.
http://www.evilwaves.com/issues/00032/content/print/viva_00032_25.html
http://www.evilwaves.com/issues/00032/content/print/viva_00032_26.html
More reminiscence than research on the part of the journalist, if those are initials belong to who I think they do.
Team Knucklefuck