easily distracted idiot
A while ago, while still living with my parents, I got out of the bath, toweled up and strolled to my room. While wandering around looking for Y's, socks etc and toweling myself dry I happened upon a bottle of lighter fluid I'd been meaning to look for. I'd bought a huge Zippo for a laugh (I dont even smoke) and as usual its fluid had all evaporated through being left unused for weeks. Being a guy and easily distracted by gadgets, I decided to fill it up there and then. In the buff.

Anyway, I filled that huge sucker to the brim, put it back together and sparked it up. WHOOMF! The entirety of the mega-zippo and my hand are engulfed in bright blue flames, and like a screaming girly I dropped the bloody thing like the hot potato it had become. Right in my lap. WHOOOOMF! My undercarriage and towel go up like a flare. Alternately cursing and screaming I proceed to leap around my bedroom, smacking myself about in an attempt to put out the fires with equally petrol-sodden hands and only succeed in spreading the disaster.

All that would have been bad enough, had not the screams and commotion immediately alerted my Mum and Aunt who were downstairs at the time having a fag. They rushed up to help and burst in to the room, only to be met with the picture of a young man beating his flaming undercarriage while leaping in the air cursing and screaming at the top of his lungs. Try living that down at the family party every New Year.
(The Axeman, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 19:29, Reply)