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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Not me but...
...a notorious friend of ours. I heard he'd burned himself pretty badly at a party a while back, but my sympathy wore out when I heard the why. He's in his late twenties and the party was at his childhood home, where he hasn't lived for several years. During the course of the evening, he decided to make use of the rope swing his dad put up for him many years ago. The (old, quite likely rotten) rope snapped mid-swing, depositing him in the bonfire, which he'd absent-mindedly built directly under the swing. So accustomed are our friends to this guy injuring himself that they didn't so much rush to assist him as watch casually over drinks as he rolled around on the ground, occasionally shouting 'You're still on fire.'
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 11:00, Reply)
...a notorious friend of ours. I heard he'd burned himself pretty badly at a party a while back, but my sympathy wore out when I heard the why. He's in his late twenties and the party was at his childhood home, where he hasn't lived for several years. During the course of the evening, he decided to make use of the rope swing his dad put up for him many years ago. The (old, quite likely rotten) rope snapped mid-swing, depositing him in the bonfire, which he'd absent-mindedly built directly under the swing. So accustomed are our friends to this guy injuring himself that they didn't so much rush to assist him as watch casually over drinks as he rolled around on the ground, occasionally shouting 'You're still on fire.'
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 11:00, Reply)
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