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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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Deep-fat fried houseIt was about 1989 or so. My Mum had gone to play in a Badminton tournament one Saturday, leaving my Dad and I to fend for ourselves. Bad move.
We had a look at our lovely new deep-fat frier. "Chips?" said Dad. "Yeahh!" said a nine-year-old me. So Dad filled it up with oil, according to the instructions, and chips, turned it on, and left it to do is thing for however long it needed.
A short time afterwards, we both smelled an odd sort of odour. Both of us went into the kitchen, to be confronted by a dense and stinking cloud of partially burnt oil. Our frier had failed spectacularly.
We could still smell it two weeks later. Mum was unimpressed.
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Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Sat 27 Nov 2010, 0:06,
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