Molten plastic garden furniture.
One day while Garden hopping in our local village, Jeremy & I spot the horrible white molded plastic garden furniture that everyone had in the 80's. Getting the table on my back & Jeremy with all 4 chairs on his we make it over the rest of the fences and retreat to Sean's garden.

At the bottom of Sean's garden there is an air raid shelter built in the 40's we put the furniture in there & head off to the supermarket. Buy a lighter & can of hairspray each (With no questions asked we reguarly did this at age 12) we go back to the shelter & burn the fuck out of the furniture.

Back acrid smoke billowing off the furniture it starts to fill the confined shelter quickly. With molten spittig plastic comming closer to us we both realise that we have put the furniture between us & the door.

There is an escape hatch on the top but 40 years of rust have sealed it pretty tight. Jeremy gets on my sholders & we try ramming it open with his head. on about the 10th go we get it open about an inch & then the fire backdrafts causing Jeremy to loose his eyebrows.

So the only way out is over the fire, taking a run up we both jump the blaze and dont quite make it landing in the hot hot plastic we run outside & start to strip off & rub outselfs down with grass to get the worst of it off.

This is when Seans mum comes outside demanding to know what is gong on, Sean was at boarding school & his 2 best friends are in his garden stripped to the pants rubbing themselfs with mud, black smoke billowing out of the door behind them.

We denied knowing anything about it.
(twocoats, Mon 8 May 2006, 14:31, Reply)