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He was also the one who failed to blag into the local night club by forgetting to work out in advance which year he would have to claim to have been born in to back up his claim to be over 18.
At 15 I once handed my brother's driving license (old paper one with no photo) to the nightclub bouncer (who was my CDT teacher) and tried to keep a straight face. He looked at the license, looked at me, stifled a laugh but still let me in.
On a related topic of practical physics experiments, one of our schoolboy drinking mates, who was in the year below us, made a hobby on drunken rambles home of deliberately exciting resonance in steel lamp posts in order to snap them off. He was also the one who failed to blag into the local night club by forgetting to work out in advance which year he would have to claim to have been born in to back up his claim to be over 18.