I still remember a poster we had on our school wall ^%&years ago.
It showed the signature of Guido Faukes(sp?) it was a very strong readable signature. It also showed his signature on his confession after months of torture, a squigly disjointed number of faint lines.
Always felt sorry for the poor bastard since that time, can't blame him for jumping.
We used to call it logging when we went looking for wood. You had to leave a guard at your fire though to stop the kids from two streets away stealing your wood. We also dressed, the smallest, kid up in old clothes and pushed him around in a pram one year. All we got was chased away by most people who found out it wasn't a real guy.
JohnB