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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The joys of butane refillsAh, University days (and indeed "daze"). Amongst the many things discovered was the fun to be had with a can of pressurised butane.
Take a mouthful, and blow it out over a lit lighter for that great flamethrower effect - impress the ladies.
Or - even more fun - put the cap upside down onto your jeans, and spray through one of the adaptors in the lid. The result - a large patch of butane that burns very impressively without damaging you legs (too much).
Extend that - dab spray all down your leg for a flaming leg effect (but tuck your jeans in or it runs back up INSIDE the cloth and burns all your leg (and bollock) hairs off.
But the coup-de-grace was when SEVEN of us sat in a row at a rather boring party, all discreetly covered our jeans in butane and then the one on the end (me) sparked up. The joy of seeing the flame whoosh down the row of giggling drunkards was only bettered by the screams of the other guests who thought their number was up.
Ah, happy days indeed.
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Skotzmun Blah blah secret passage blah blah diamonds., Thu 3 Nov 2005, 18:23,
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