I loved Abishag's
This eclipsed the balloons over the exhaust pipes/ white mice under the chairs during a meeting/ 10,000 marbles down the aisles over a convex concrete floor/ debacles of the late 1960's. The latter saw the front row rise in fury - only to fall flat on their collective arses. Well worth the investment of twenty strategically placed lads, who let them go about half way through a meeting. I was there! The racket was brilliant and seeing Alf McAlpin on his bottom was well worth the price of admission.
and it brought to mind other mischievous deeds from my dim and distant past. I thought it might be fun to share some here. I'll start.
Up until July 1970 I had a best friend who had older brothers and whose family lived next to a pub. My friend and I were in our early teens and too young to buy booze so it was the older brother who was sent next door to but a bottle of brown ale for our midnight feasts. He was also an up and coming young peeb who took part in the supper, preached and gave words, so he would get away with things we never would. For instance if he was asked "What are you thinking?" towards the end of the meeting he would say "I was thinking it was time we closed our bibles, and all the bible were shut, the sisters scraped their footstools and the meeting was over. He was a great ally.
We used to set him challenges for the meetings (in fact the above example may have been just one such). He was dating a young peeb sister named Viv at that time and we challenged him (winner collects bottle of brown ale) to mention her in the meeting. He rose to his feet at the supper and thanked the Lord for the vivaciousness of the assembled saints. He won fair and square. The bottle was his.