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.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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BUSA Bonfire bonanza
Myself and some likeminded lunatics made our way up to Scotland earlier this year for the British University Sports Association mountain bike championchips a weekend of lots and lots of beer (us high performance athletes call it carb loading) and some cycling. The normal campfire bonfire games were played (BBQ the naked scotsman etc.) Then we decided that we had a few too many tins of oil to take away with us so started lobbing WD40 cans and everything else onto the fire. Because the ground was knee deep in mud we were all drunk and it was dark running away from shrapnel was a really great laugh. When we ran out of flammable stuff we decided to throw a tin of beans on. Those of use who knew what it was stayed well back but after a couple of minutes everyone else went back to the fire assuming it wouldn't work, 2 seconds later a massive bang which flattened a section of the fire and coated some norther nutter with scalding hot beans. Bloody beautiful
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 17:57, Reply)
Myself and some likeminded lunatics made our way up to Scotland earlier this year for the British University Sports Association mountain bike championchips a weekend of lots and lots of beer (us high performance athletes call it carb loading) and some cycling. The normal campfire bonfire games were played (BBQ the naked scotsman etc.) Then we decided that we had a few too many tins of oil to take away with us so started lobbing WD40 cans and everything else onto the fire. Because the ground was knee deep in mud we were all drunk and it was dark running away from shrapnel was a really great laugh. When we ran out of flammable stuff we decided to throw a tin of beans on. Those of use who knew what it was stayed well back but after a couple of minutes everyone else went back to the fire assuming it wouldn't work, 2 seconds later a massive bang which flattened a section of the fire and coated some norther nutter with scalding hot beans. Bloody beautiful
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 17:57, Reply)
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