Mischief Night

When was mischief night?

  • 4th November

    Votes: 15 65.2%
  • 30th October

    Votes: 8 34.8%

  • Total voters
    23
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OldShep

Veteran
It looks like Mischief Night on the night before bonfire night is a northern English thing... as is calling a swede a turnip.

But then again, a friend who's the same age as me who grew up near Kendal always did Mischief Night on the 30th Oct... but folk are weird up in Westmorland.
I agree with the confusion of turnips and swedes. They were always turnips to me and only discovered there were also swedes when I went to agricultural college. Something to do with where the leaves started from on the stem. I must have been nearly 30 before I ever saw the little white things known as turnips.
Back in the sixties in my North Yorks village mischief night was about a week before bonfire night so that ties with 30th. Garden gates shuffled about and golden syrup on car handles. :laugh:
 

Archie_tect

De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
Location
Northumberland
Mischief Night on 4th Nov, where I was in Leeds... it certainly didn't involve dressing up and demanding sweets with menaces.

+ if the gangs of lads managed to either pinch the best bits of, or as a last resort set fire to, the opposition's bonfire then that was considered a bonus...
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
Never heard of mischief night. Nobody has mentioned so far the trick probably more common in rural areas where houses were not so tall of climbing up and putting a slate over the top of the living room chimney.
 
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MontyVeda

MontyVeda

a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
Never heard of mischief night. ...
To help with our research, may i take your age and location please? 📊
... Nobody has mentioned so far the trick probably more common in rural areas where houses were not so tall of climbing up and putting a slate over the top of the living room chimney.
🤣 ...until someone does it to you 🤬
 

CanucksTraveller

Macho Business Donkey Wrestler
Location
Hertfordshire
We never used to break anything but we were the bane of local topiarists. There was a straight run of about 16 semi detached houses on our road which all had gorgeous, trimmed privet hedges of about 3 feet on the upper side of the slopes and a 5 foot drop the other side, one after the next. We called it the Winter Grand National and it had as many runners as its namesake, and equal chances of breaking your leg and getting shot.

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oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
To help with our research, may i take your age and location please? 📊

🤣 ...until someone does it to you 🤬
I never give my age but have mentioned in various posts I live on Isle of Mull which is not really relevant in this context as the prank mentioned is probably more like Ayrshire or Angus or Aberdeenshire with large rural areas.
 

DRM

Guru
Location
West Yorks
We never used to break anything but we were the bane of local topiarists. There was a straight run of about 16 semi detached houses on our road which all had gorgeous, trimmed privet hedges of about 3 feet on the upper side of the slopes and a 5 foot drop the other side, one after the next. We called it the Winter Grand National and it had as many runners as its namesake, and equal chances of breaking your leg and getting shot.

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Funnily enough we also had a hedge hopping highlight called the grand national, one hedge with a steep drop on the far side was known as beeches brook too, and mischief night was the night before bonfire night, tying all the dustbins to the door handles, knocking on the doors and scarpering etc, also collecting the chumps for the bonfire and raiding any other bonfire we came across too.
 

figbat

Slippery scientist
49 years old, grew up in various places (Shrops, NE Scotland, W Germany but mostly in W Oxon) and more recently have lived in W Berks and now S Oxon. Until a few days ago, never heard of it.
 
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