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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The Garden Burns
I bought a place back in the late 80's which had a badly overgrown back garden. The garden was approx 70ft long and the last 30 feet or so was so overgrown with weeds and bushes and general crap that I didnt know where to start in clearing it.
It was the middle of summer and hot, the garden was pretty dry: "ahh" I had an idea. Pour petrol over the said jungle and throw a match on it. It will burn itself down to a managable level and I can clear the rest.
Great idea.
What i didnt reckon on was the dribble of petrol that ran out of the can from the bottom of the garden to the top close to the house.
Can safely stowed away I wandered down the garden, lit some newspaper like a torch and duly threw it at the jungle.
All I can remember is this "whomph" sound and a mushroom cloud appearing about 40 foot in the sky.
I ran like fuck with a trail of fire following me up the lawn towards the house. I think I was screaming like a virgin losing it to John Holmes.
Fuck knows how I never got a single burn but the lawn had a black scorch mark on it like something out of back to the future and the jungle looked like it had been napalmed.
I never was much of a gardener.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 18:16, Reply)
I bought a place back in the late 80's which had a badly overgrown back garden. The garden was approx 70ft long and the last 30 feet or so was so overgrown with weeds and bushes and general crap that I didnt know where to start in clearing it.
It was the middle of summer and hot, the garden was pretty dry: "ahh" I had an idea. Pour petrol over the said jungle and throw a match on it. It will burn itself down to a managable level and I can clear the rest.
Great idea.
What i didnt reckon on was the dribble of petrol that ran out of the can from the bottom of the garden to the top close to the house.
Can safely stowed away I wandered down the garden, lit some newspaper like a torch and duly threw it at the jungle.
All I can remember is this "whomph" sound and a mushroom cloud appearing about 40 foot in the sky.
I ran like fuck with a trail of fire following me up the lawn towards the house. I think I was screaming like a virgin losing it to John Holmes.
Fuck knows how I never got a single burn but the lawn had a black scorch mark on it like something out of back to the future and the jungle looked like it had been napalmed.
I never was much of a gardener.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 18:16, Reply)
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