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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It burns, it burns!A semi-entertaining practice I was introduced to as a poor and bored student was setting fire to the fluff on your socks. As long as your socks have a reasonable covering of fluff, you can watch a mini Armageddon-style expanding ring of fire engulf your whole foot. It looks like it should hurt but it just warms your foot nicely. Try this at home, kids!
However, expanding this idea to include my quite fluffy dressing gown wasn't so much fun. My entire body was suddenly covered in sizeable flames, which probably would have burned out quite quickly and harmlessly, but were more than enough to shit me up good and proper. There's not much dignity in rolling around on the floor in just a dressing gown, gibbering in panic, while your housemates look on and laugh.
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Aardvark and so at last, I understood, Sun 6 Nov 2005, 3:08,
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