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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Remarkably similar to The Little Pink Animal's experienceDuring my cigar smoking years I was refilling a ronson lighter from a can of butane. Here's a lesson: never underestimate the importance of choosing the right nozzle. This can make the crucial difference between the fuel going in the lighter and... well, going everywhere else. When I went to test the flint the pool of rapidly evaporating butane on the kitchen table was converted into a brief but spectacular fireball that engulfed my head. I managed to singe my eyebrows and eyelashes in addition to my hair. Remarkably I managed to put it out by blowing very hard but it remains the most exciting second of my life.
I also have a penchant for flambeeing things. You'd think by now I'd have worked out that if you immediately ignite a hefty slug of brandy in a big frying pan you get a sheet of flame tall enough to scorch the paint on the ceiling. It tastes good though and nothing sets you up for a meal better than the smell of singed artex.
(, Tue 8 Nov 2005, 17:14, Reply)
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