Me and my mate Lee Robinson trapping Stephen Jenkinson and Robert Flitcroft under a huge wooden crate in the woods and poking nettles through the gaps to sting them all down their bare arms, circa 1988.
It was hilarious watching them being escorted home by a group of girls as they were crying their eyes out. We sorted them out good and proper that day. I must have been around seven.
Me and Lee remain victorious 34 years later. It was sort of like a childish gangland thing. He's on Facebook now.