Warm Stella
Well not exactly warm more boiling hot!

I was working in a pub, and the Stella ran out. So being the one "in charge" for the afternoon, I went to change the barrel. Having removed the empty one, I proceeded to move the full one. Very heavy but movable. Having shaken it up a bit to get it in place, I proceeded to connect it to the system. I plugged the head onto it, but I apparantly didn't get a good fix, because as soon as I tightened the head it exploded all over me. There I was soaked to the skin in wife beater.

So I went upstairs and changed my shirt, but my trousers were still moist, so I spied an iron. So I turned it on and waited. I couldn't be bothered to take my trousers off and ironed away. This turned out to be a bad thing. As the iron touched the wet fabric, it started to steam, who would have guessed that cold wet beer when steaming reached temperatures nearing a sun going super nova.

I had an iron mark on my inner thigh for a couple of weeks.

Interestingly I told everyone in the bar, so being a student studying coastal engineering, I was often asked to show them my groyne. Which I did - often.

Nuff said really.
(B3any_pants, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 13:42, Reply)