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 Flaming Pillow of JusticeI was very drunk. I had been at a student ball, and after leaving there in the early hours of the morning me and my housemate were about to sleep in the living room of another friends house, which was shared with 4 other random people I didnt know.
I was also very cold, having been jigging up and down in a field somewhere in dorset for the best part of 8 hours during winter. So I turned the old grandma style gas burning fireplace thingy in their house onto full whack and pushed the camp bed I was sleeping on as close as I could to it, while my mate crashed on the sofa.
I was woken up by my mate shaking me with the prophetic words "wayne, your pillows on fire" - I opened my eyes and sure enough, a nice lot of flames were licking around my head and had set fire to my excessively long hair. I leapt up, put my head out and then wondered what to do about the burning pillows and cushions. My mate decided that chucking them outside was a good bet, but in his rush to open the (old) front door it unfortunately came off its bottom hinge, beyond repair. We threw the burning items down the side of his house and went back to check the front room. It stank of burnt hair and foam, a pile of my singed hair lay on the floor and the mattress to the camp bed was nicely scorched.
We looked at each other, thought "fuck it" and hailed a cab to take us home. The miserable spunkmonkeys in the house failed to see the funny side when they woke up.
(, Fri 4 Nov 2005, 14:45, Reply)
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