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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In my youth
In my youth...fire was always a fascination...firstly when i set fire to my curtains with a deoderant can flamethrower when trying to torch a daddy long legs....I was never allowed curtains in my room after that. But, anyway...the main firey incident occured one very boring day when i was about 16. My freinds and I were rather unoccupied when we stumbled on a full canister of propane gas...the ones used to power caravans. Well, the question was ask as to how to get through its somewhat crunchy shell to the firey goodness inside. Being the intuitive young lad i was i reccomended filling up the rather redundant condom that resided in my wallet with the gas. Attaching the propane filled condom to a road sign i proceded to try and set it alight with a flaming stick when whhoooomph..up it went up in a mushroom cloud taking my eyebrows with it. It didnt stop there..as my freinds and i grew more confident and eager for bigger explosion, condoms were tied together and longer sticks were used for more impressive explosions. The climax being a phonebox filled to the top with about 20 johnnys. This was too bigger display to use a mere stick for so i threw in a flaming piece of paper and the phonebox was no more. Of course, we legged it, but on a later inspection the metal frame had warped and the plastic melted in the heat. However, this was not enough to satisfy our growing lust for destruction and our pyromanic eyes turned to the propane can itself....
Turning it upside down my freind opened the valve and ignited the plume of gas.We ran to cover, bracing for the fireworks display that was to ensue. But alas...it wasn't to be as the fire brigade arrived seconds later to put out the rather large flame thrower in the middle of a carpark. Took them 2 hours to put it out though. Which looking back on it was not a good thing. O yer and we blew up an abandoned car with a homemade bomb we concocted...What scallywags we were....
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 3:42, Reply)
In my youth...fire was always a fascination...firstly when i set fire to my curtains with a deoderant can flamethrower when trying to torch a daddy long legs....I was never allowed curtains in my room after that. But, anyway...the main firey incident occured one very boring day when i was about 16. My freinds and I were rather unoccupied when we stumbled on a full canister of propane gas...the ones used to power caravans. Well, the question was ask as to how to get through its somewhat crunchy shell to the firey goodness inside. Being the intuitive young lad i was i reccomended filling up the rather redundant condom that resided in my wallet with the gas. Attaching the propane filled condom to a road sign i proceded to try and set it alight with a flaming stick when whhoooomph..up it went up in a mushroom cloud taking my eyebrows with it. It didnt stop there..as my freinds and i grew more confident and eager for bigger explosion, condoms were tied together and longer sticks were used for more impressive explosions. The climax being a phonebox filled to the top with about 20 johnnys. This was too bigger display to use a mere stick for so i threw in a flaming piece of paper and the phonebox was no more. Of course, we legged it, but on a later inspection the metal frame had warped and the plastic melted in the heat. However, this was not enough to satisfy our growing lust for destruction and our pyromanic eyes turned to the propane can itself....
Turning it upside down my freind opened the valve and ignited the plume of gas.We ran to cover, bracing for the fireworks display that was to ensue. But alas...it wasn't to be as the fire brigade arrived seconds later to put out the rather large flame thrower in the middle of a carpark. Took them 2 hours to put it out though. Which looking back on it was not a good thing. O yer and we blew up an abandoned car with a homemade bomb we concocted...What scallywags we were....
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 3:42, Reply)
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