Another vague recollection from out of nowhere...
As a kid, I spent the best part of an hour one bonfire night seeing just how hot I could make the end of a stick in a bonfire. It was a glowing red-hot ember before I got bored and decided to do something else... which turned out to be even more boring, so a couple of minutes later I resumed my previous task. But, being me, I picked up the stick by the wrong end. Doh! I vaguely remember the very slow realisation of what I'd done and the blisters lasting a long time, but little else.
(misanthrope is so adjective he's verbing nouns!, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 17:30, Reply)