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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Mmmm Fire
I posted this story on a website many years ago ... This QOTW prompted me to track down the website, which to my suprise is still up! and lo, my story, to more suprise, is still there! .. so a cut and paste of my original for y'all
Well, It all started innocently enough. It was one of those easy days when just a couple of us were blowing the froth off a few cold ones over lunch. But as the day went on we sort of began to build up momentum and on our travels around the bars we picked up a few more of the guys in each establishment until by evening we had transformed from 2 sober guys into a rowdy mob of approximately 12 people. So we end up in Sams Bar in town, fun place .. low lighting, loud bands and lots of lovely ladies. Whenever you throw the female of the species into a drinking session things always get complicated. In an effort to impress a particular gaggle of busty beauties one of the guys, Mad Jim , decides to try his fire breathing act. This consists of him drinking lighter fuel and blowing huge fireballs around the club. All was going well. Jim managed a couple of good uns and had the desired effect .. the busty babes were impressed. The trouble started when he tried a "trick shot" which consisted of him setting another one of the guys on fire and lighting his fireball from their burning arm. This resulted in a huge fireball and lots of wasted beer ( used to put the other guy out). By now the club management had worked out where the bright flashes were coming from and we were ejected from the club, apparently for contraveneing fire regulations , and unfortunatley without a busty babe between us. So we decide to get a few taxis and head back to one of they guys places for more beer. This is where things got worse. Mad jim decides to demonstrate his new found fire breathing skills to the cab driver before he gets in. This is where we all learnt a golden rule about fire breathing , which I am sure any pro will be able to tell you ... " never breath fire into a headwind". Its a strange sight to see someones face on fire you know ... kinda freaky. So .. more beer wasted putting Jim out ... and a change of destination for the cabbie .. " take us to the casualty department!" . Well it turns out it looked worse than it was .. Jim was drinking again within hours and the doctor told us that those eyebrows will be growing back real soon now!!!
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 18:13, Reply)
I posted this story on a website many years ago ... This QOTW prompted me to track down the website, which to my suprise is still up! and lo, my story, to more suprise, is still there! .. so a cut and paste of my original for y'all
Well, It all started innocently enough. It was one of those easy days when just a couple of us were blowing the froth off a few cold ones over lunch. But as the day went on we sort of began to build up momentum and on our travels around the bars we picked up a few more of the guys in each establishment until by evening we had transformed from 2 sober guys into a rowdy mob of approximately 12 people. So we end up in Sams Bar in town, fun place .. low lighting, loud bands and lots of lovely ladies. Whenever you throw the female of the species into a drinking session things always get complicated. In an effort to impress a particular gaggle of busty beauties one of the guys, Mad Jim , decides to try his fire breathing act. This consists of him drinking lighter fuel and blowing huge fireballs around the club. All was going well. Jim managed a couple of good uns and had the desired effect .. the busty babes were impressed. The trouble started when he tried a "trick shot" which consisted of him setting another one of the guys on fire and lighting his fireball from their burning arm. This resulted in a huge fireball and lots of wasted beer ( used to put the other guy out). By now the club management had worked out where the bright flashes were coming from and we were ejected from the club, apparently for contraveneing fire regulations , and unfortunatley without a busty babe between us. So we decide to get a few taxis and head back to one of they guys places for more beer. This is where things got worse. Mad jim decides to demonstrate his new found fire breathing skills to the cab driver before he gets in. This is where we all learnt a golden rule about fire breathing , which I am sure any pro will be able to tell you ... " never breath fire into a headwind". Its a strange sight to see someones face on fire you know ... kinda freaky. So .. more beer wasted putting Jim out ... and a change of destination for the cabbie .. " take us to the casualty department!" . Well it turns out it looked worse than it was .. Jim was drinking again within hours and the doctor told us that those eyebrows will be growing back real soon now!!!
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 18:13, Reply)
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