When i was a mischievous youth, the grumpy old guy who lived on the corner of my street would regularly tell us kids off for playing football, or making too much noise, this continued growing up, until a mutual hatred grew strong. Fast forward a few years until we are old enough to drink... 6/7 of us lived in the street, and would regularly return from the pub, thinking it hilarious to pick up his little Reliant Robin, and put it on his next door neighbours driveway in the early hours...the regularly confused look on his face of a morning was a highlight of my youth!!