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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Good Fire Bad Fire16 years old, a mixture in a big can of all the liquids I could find in the garage. Stand back and throw matches. Went up nicely. Put water on it to kill it, the fire really went off and began licking the floor boards underneath mums house. Major panic allayed until I put a towel over it. Unable to explain scorch marks to mum, but somehow got out of it by telling her she was lucky I put it out. Several years later full of Victoria Bitter and in a moment of epiphany I knelt in the embers of a campfire and scorched the knees of my nylon adidas trackies into my skin. Last year I set fire to the downstairs telly because I wanted a new one for the rugby league season and the only way was to have mr insurance man shout me one. Unsure as to whether I had done a good enough job to convince the assessor I set fire to it another 2 times that night. It worked. That extinguisher shit makes a mess though.
(, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 11:58, Reply)
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