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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"THAT one please!"
Over ten years ago, my first experience of "the internets" was a little bulletin board run out of a rich dudes house near Caterham in Surrey (I think). It was called IOWA - Input/Output World of Adventures. I'd play a game called Prodigy with a bunch of other nutters, and we ended up getting on really well.
One of them was a particularly crazy loon. I must look him up and get him to post some of his tales on the QotW. Anyway, his online name was Ventor, and he liked to mess with peoples minds.
He knew all about the tricks that can be had with lighter fuel, and his favourite post-pub pasttime was to scare chip shop owners in Staines, where he used to live.
He'd wander in and ask for a pie and chips. When the chippie asked "What type, mate?" he'd raise a flaming hand and, in a spooky voice, say "THAT one, please!". He often got chased out of the shop but they usually saw the funny side of it after a while...
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 21:50, Reply)
Over ten years ago, my first experience of "the internets" was a little bulletin board run out of a rich dudes house near Caterham in Surrey (I think). It was called IOWA - Input/Output World of Adventures. I'd play a game called Prodigy with a bunch of other nutters, and we ended up getting on really well.
One of them was a particularly crazy loon. I must look him up and get him to post some of his tales on the QotW. Anyway, his online name was Ventor, and he liked to mess with peoples minds.
He knew all about the tricks that can be had with lighter fuel, and his favourite post-pub pasttime was to scare chip shop owners in Staines, where he used to live.
He'd wander in and ask for a pie and chips. When the chippie asked "What type, mate?" he'd raise a flaming hand and, in a spooky voice, say "THAT one, please!". He often got chased out of the shop but they usually saw the funny side of it after a while...
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 21:50, Reply)
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