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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Flame BoyAt uni, a friend & I were attempting to repair a car. This ended up with us in our lovely student kitchen stripping the carburetor down in to the early hours of the morning.
Having finished putting it back together, the shiny carb sat on the worktop, beside a tray of petrol that had drained out of it.
Guy (aka FLAME BOY), obviously satisifed that we had finished, lights a cigarette, and then throws the still lit match over his shoulder (like I said, it was a student house).
The lit match lands in the tray of petrol, & ignites. As it lights, he then proceeds to blow out the flames.
He then takes on the oh-so-familiar crazed look he has at times, while saying "did you see that?", while at the same time taking a match out of the box, lighting it, and holding it above the tray of petrol "and said watch this"
My frantic arm waving & shouts of "no, no, no......." had no impact on him, and he let go of the match, after which flames appeared again. He then made sure he had my attention, and attempted to blow the flames out again. Except they didn't go out. Eventually we managed to get the flames out, and then we ran into the back yard gasping for air.
And on another occassion, the same mate chased me around the same kitchen, with a can of WD40 and a disposable lighter, trying to light me with his "homemade flamethrower".
And another mate, at school had a habit of lighting things in chemistry, particularly books while I was reading them.
I seem to attract pyromaniacs.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 17:15, Reply)
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