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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I've got a cousin called Dan,who a few years ago came to stay with us. He's got a rep for being a bit of a twat when he gets drunk - and this time was no exception.
We all went out and drunk lots of beer. He was extra-drunk, so he headed off home ahead of us, with the house keys. When we got back about 1/2 hour later, we knocked, and there was no reply. We kept knocking, shouting through the letterbox. Still no reply.
So I went round the back of the house to have a look through the kitchen window. It was a large sash window, so I could crearly see Dan sat on the floor, slumped against the oven, asleep. Above him, under the gas grill, was what looked like several slices of cheese on toast, which were just starting to burn.
I knocked on the window and shouted. No response. Cheese on toast smoking. Shouted louder, banged on window. Cheese on toast on fire. Shouted more and more frantically.
The fire really started to take hold. Big flames were now licking out of the grill up towards the ceiling, and the kitchen was filling with smoke. At this point, Dan woke up, smiled, waved .. and went back to sleep again.
I did the only think I could. I went and got a half brick, put the window through, climbed in and threw a bucket of water over the fire. And one over Dan for good measure, of course. Cunt.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 10:35, Reply)
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