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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Great Balls on FireA "friend" of mine, who was minding his little brother and sister whilst the parents holidayed in Corfu, noticed a small ember remaining on the wick of a candle he'd just blown out before going to bed. Too tired to extinguish it he figured it would burn itself out anyway.
He awakes a while later to find the entire opposite wall of his room engulfed in flame. He makes a pathetic attempt to put it out with the cup of cold tea on his bedside table, but to no effect. He ran in to his siblings room and ushered them outside, calling on a neighbour to mind them and alert the fire brigade. Against all advice he ran back inside to see if he could salvage anything/heroically put the fire out. Alas, he found the entire upper level of the house succumbing to the firey wrath.
Crestfallen and slightly delerious from smoke inhalation, he stumbled outside to discover his entire street had congregated outside, watching the flames turn a lifetime to dust.
Life could not get any worse for my sorry friend. Or so he thought. He felt a tap on his shoulder, it was his neighbour. A word of consolation perhaps? Not quite.
He asked my mate if he'd like a pair of trousers. Only then did he realise he was standing in a crowd of 35 people watching his parents house burn down with nowt but a small, cropped style t-shirt on, barely covering his belly button, his singed scrotal sack swaying slowly in the breeze.
(, Mon 7 Nov 2005, 14:24, Reply)
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