What story from your wild-and-crazy youth would nobody believe about you today?
The guide pack I belonged to were like the St Trinian's of our small market town. Our float in the annual carnival was the smallest and crappiest because none of us has Dad who worked for the right company and quite frankly we couldn't really be arsed to decorate it properly. Eventually our pack got closed down because we were too rowdy and unco-operative and our guider couldn't cope.
That was when I was quite young and innocent my teen and early years in London are a whole different chapter...