Bacon Sandwich Monkey Face Total Flaming Disaster + fun fire game + bunsen
Fire Story 1

I was working the late shift at the pub and I got home late feeling a bit peckish so I decided to make a bacon sandwich. I turned on our grimey fat drenched grill to heat up a bit and went to watch the monkeys on BBC Sign Zone. I was so knackered plus the fact that I was so amused by the stupid monkeys grooming and shagging that I completely forgot about grill.

By the time I relaised that I had been superheating the grill for too long it was too late, the fat had caught fire and there was thick black, foul smelling, smoke everywhere. I was quite calm and fetched the fire blanket. The problem was the grill pan had melted and was too hot to remove so I could not cover it. I stood around scratching my head for a bit. Finally I decided the best thing to do was close the grill door, cover the entire oven with the blanket and wait for it to all go away. I spent the next half hour or so milling about in an increasingly smokey room, ocasionally openning the grill door to be met by a gush of flame and billowing smoke. In the end I had to wake everyone and call the firebrigade, my housemates called me prick.

The fire brigade were very good, although I thought it was somewhat unprofessional of the fireman who removed the offending pan to do so using our flowery oven gloves (actually I was also a bit miffed that we were called back into the house by sledgehammer weilding firemen who were saying they would have to smash our fire alarm because they could not turn it off - I pressed the off switch instead).

In the end I caused over £500 worth of damage. Fucking monkeys.

Fire Story 2

As I child me and my brother used to play the 'Firey Rag Game' round my friend's house. It involved using fuel from my friend's dad's petrol lawn mower to douse a leather rag, sets it on fire, and see how long you could swing it round your head. It makes a cool whooshing sound and was really fun, I thouroughly recommend it.

Fire Story 3

Being reminded of this by another fire story makes me realise me and fire really don't mix. It was at school and we were working in pairs during chemistry. Me and my mate Sarab (we both had a reputation for mischief) had to set up a bunsen but as was standard the quality of the safety goggle I had been issued was poor; they were so scratched up that everything looked kinda blurry. Sarab had attached the bunsen and had a match ready so he asked me to turn on the gas tap. I reached over and turned the tap, then Sarab struck the match and we were both narrowly missed by a 10ft jet of flame which set fire to some blinds behind us.

It turned out that I had been so blinded by the so-called 'safety' goggles that I had turned the wrong tap and we had lit that up instead. We stood around momentarily stunned by the spectacle until my chemistry teacher ran over, turned off the gas and rolled up the blind putting out the fire and then promtly sent us both out.
(Meaver, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 13:52, Reply)