Have you ever started a fire?
I went to sleep with candles burning - woke up to a circle of flame on the rug. Thought, "Tits. Better put the rug in the bath and turn the taps on." TIP: Don't put a burning rug into a fibre glass bath. I caused about £5000 of damage to the house and was coughing up smoky black phlegm for a few weeks. Can you beat that?
( , Tue 2 Mar 2004, 17:48)
I went to sleep with candles burning - woke up to a circle of flame on the rug. Thought, "Tits. Better put the rug in the bath and turn the taps on." TIP: Don't put a burning rug into a fibre glass bath. I caused about £5000 of damage to the house and was coughing up smoky black phlegm for a few weeks. Can you beat that?
( , Tue 2 Mar 2004, 17:48)
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Naked Fire Starter
Once, in the dim misty days of my 2nd year of uni, I once set a rug on fire.
T'was an Indian, or Persian rug, belonging to my mother and father. I was gearing up for another night of unsuccessful and frankly pathetic attempts at pulling, and part of the ritual was the shower. Being spangley and smelling like a teenager who just discovered the POWER OF AFTERSHAVE.
So off I toddle to the shower, and have a nice long hot shower, and return to my room.
Now my student house was freezing, so I left my gas fire on, to warm it so I returned to a warm and lovely room.
The rug, for your information, was in front the very old gas fire.
Now, I had not noticed the rug had crept up to the air intake of the gas fire. It had been happily cooking for the ½ hour shower.
I wandered in, looked at the fire, thought “Burning a bit orange, I’ll move the rug, perhaps it needs more air”. So I moved it, and lo! T’was all a-flame, and burning merrily. Burning wool smells horrid.
I was thus confronted by a burning rug, in my towel. Do I run? Do I use my towel to beat the flame back?
So Naked I beat the flames. I could not call for help, but I won. The Rug was saved, and all my housemates knew about it was the smell of burning wool. I did not need to run into the winter cold nekkid, my modesty was saved, and all people said about me was that I burned whole sheep.
( , Wed 3 Mar 2004, 22:11, Reply)
Once, in the dim misty days of my 2nd year of uni, I once set a rug on fire.
T'was an Indian, or Persian rug, belonging to my mother and father. I was gearing up for another night of unsuccessful and frankly pathetic attempts at pulling, and part of the ritual was the shower. Being spangley and smelling like a teenager who just discovered the POWER OF AFTERSHAVE.
So off I toddle to the shower, and have a nice long hot shower, and return to my room.
Now my student house was freezing, so I left my gas fire on, to warm it so I returned to a warm and lovely room.
The rug, for your information, was in front the very old gas fire.
Now, I had not noticed the rug had crept up to the air intake of the gas fire. It had been happily cooking for the ½ hour shower.
I wandered in, looked at the fire, thought “Burning a bit orange, I’ll move the rug, perhaps it needs more air”. So I moved it, and lo! T’was all a-flame, and burning merrily. Burning wool smells horrid.
I was thus confronted by a burning rug, in my towel. Do I run? Do I use my towel to beat the flame back?
So Naked I beat the flames. I could not call for help, but I won. The Rug was saved, and all my housemates knew about it was the smell of burning wool. I did not need to run into the winter cold nekkid, my modesty was saved, and all people said about me was that I burned whole sheep.
( , Wed 3 Mar 2004, 22:11, Reply)
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