
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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Old uni mate Robbo used to enjoy pouring water under my bedroom door to soak the carpet.
I used to poke the nozel of a can of WD40 through his bedroom door key hole, apply fire and squirt.
Used to set his dressing gown (hanging on back of bedroom door) on fire.
How we laughed and laughed at the thought of him just settling of to sleep to get a jet of flame come shooting through the door in to a nice dark bedroom.
Made his girlfriend cry though.
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 13:47, Reply)
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