Quite often.
The most famous was probably when me and a group of mates decided to try and start a fire near a field, we were camping and wanted to keep warm. Tip: If you're going to set fire to dry grass, put some kind of barrier up to stop it.

Christ, it didn't half go. We packed up the tent and legged it, with the flames still raging! I hope the West Mercia Constabulary don't read this!

The other notable time was a few years earlier, when myself and a mate were setting fires in my back garden. Only small ones. I decided to go in to the house and get a pint of water in case things went wrong.

When I came out, I was faced with the sight of my garden shed up in flames. My mate had only gone and poured white spirit all over the damn thing and set it alight! Bastard! Needed a bit more than a pint to sort that mess out!

Oh, and there was the time I created a 40ft fireball. My mate thought it'd be a cracking idea to put a deodorant can in a circle of flame, and then shoot the can from afar with an air rifle. Bad idea.

The first shot did nothing but ping off, but the second pierced the can, sending it shooting off into orbit, and catapulting a fireball 40feet into the air, awakening quite a few neighbours. My mate lost his eyebrows that night, idiot.
( GazChap, Tue 2 Mar 2004, 18:08, Reply)