Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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Flat flambéSo we're all out one night, and a friend of mine is getting on very well with a German girl who's also out with us. This friend had been deploying some fearsome chat and she'd given him her phone number which he entered in his mobile.
We all got thoroughly plastered and went to our respective pads to sleep it off.
The next morning, I was dragged out of a pleasantly hungover sleep by a phonecall. It was the aforementioned mate, asking rather plainitively if I had the German girl's number. The sorry story came out: he'd gone home after the last club and decided to have a smoke before bed. He couldn't find his lighter, so sparked up with a small cookery-type blowtorch he had lying about in the kitchen. Mission accomplished, he plonked the blowtorch on a table in the living room and passed out on the sofa after finishing his fag.
The next morning, he woke up. He found a blackened stump where the table had been, smoke filling the room and the walls streaked with soot. Upon the ex-table were the incinerated remains of his mobile phone and the remote controls for his TV, VCR and DVD player. His TV also appeared to have suffered from smoke inhalation, and didn't work any more. The corpse of the blowtorch was on the other side of the room where it had blasted off to.
Oh how I laughed once the shock had worn off. I gave him her number and went back to bed.
(Pearost? Maybe - can't remember...)
(, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 16:11, closed)
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