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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Ah, the summer of 1976The year of the great drought - it didn't rain for months and every living thing was tinder dry. That was also the year, as a ten-year-old just introduced to the concept of matches, I went through my firestarter phase.
You know how these things go - I was down the local park with a packet of Swan Vestas and an urge to burn something. One thing led to another and before I knew it, fifty feet of hedgerow was a towering inferno before me, threatening the village hall, the scout hut and the youth club.
There was this blue flashing light...
I did what any normal person would do in the circumstances. I went home and hid under my bed. It's all grown back now.
The whole 12-inch remix version of this story here, where I don't need to brag about my girth.
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