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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Quite topical reallyWhen I was a kid, I used to love playing with fireworks, how I managed to grow out of the obcession with all four limbs and no scarring is a miracle. Once when I was about 14, I put a rather large rocket into a pipe and aimed it at some houses a few streets away. I lit it, stood back and whoooooossshhhh! Not only did the rocket fly off in the right direction but smashed straight through a window. Quickly I returned indoors and pretended to be engrossed in a TV show. A few minutes later I heard "nee-nar nee-nar" and the ringing of bells as fire engines had in those days. The next morning on my way to school I saw the house was gutted! Luckily nobody was at home, or even living in it as the new ocupants were due to move in that weekend. The local newspaper covered the story and put it down to a freak accident. What a little cunt I was back then.
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Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Fri 4 Nov 2005, 15:28,
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