Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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When I came into workearly (7am) one morning with my mate (Darth Munki), we were greeted by screams for help by the normally mute thai cleaning lady. We walked round the corner into the kitchen to find the 1950s kettle and a small portion of the brand new sideboard in flames! I dashed for a fire extinguisher while DM tried to find a fire alarm (the fire safety at our godawful workplace is so shit he didn't manage to find a hint of one). Luckily, my still half asleep mind managed to work out that using the water extinguisher on a flaming, sparking and generally fucked kettle probably wasn't the greatest idea known to mankind. I grabbed the CO2 one and fired it at the kettle, extinguishing the evil flames once and for all and leaving the company with a hefty bill for a new sideboard and kettle.
The thing is, I thought myself and DM would be gratefully recognised by the company for preventing a fire which could have gutted the building and their disease ridden multi-million pound business once and for all, but all we got was 10 minutes to stand outside and have a quick fag while the smoke cleared.
Having said that, that's a decent reward in this place!
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Damien's Hearse, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:36,
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