Flaming Hell....
Whilst at college (yes, I was old enough that I really should have known better), I decided that filling a large plastic bin with deodorant would be a good idea - I still don't know why! Then, the ultimate in teen brilliance - surely putting a match into the bin would result in a small, but satisfying 'pop' as the propellant ignited.

The match went in; I heard the pop, which was quickly followed by an almighty fireball. I tried to duck, but not being Superman I was a bit slow.

I went down like a sack of tatties, squealing like a teenager who'd just had his face burnt off. A few hours in casualty followed by weeks of dabbing my mush with light paraffin and my face was back to its normal level of ugliness.

I still can't grow a proper beard....
(lastagain, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 9:39, Reply)