
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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I was sitting up at Primrose Hill with the missus and a few friends when we saw off to one side some people running away from a fizzing firework. My friend Jo dived out of the way, leaving me saying "Is that pointed at us?"
The thing exploded pointing straight at me. I managed to dive under my jacket and most of the burning stuff bounced off my jacket and trainers. However, I now know that should I get caught in an explosion my last words will be "Fucking hell!"
( , Sun 6 Nov 2005, 16:09, Reply)
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