Some domestic ones
There was the time I was on the phone to someone, light an incense stick with a match then threw the match away and contiuned the conversation until I noticed the bin was on fire.

When I was about 8 I was toasting marshmellows over our toaster while I was making toast, which worked well as bits dripped down and made marshmellow toast. The next day I used the toaster again and a bit of marshmellow had stuck inside it and caught fire. My mum was in the room on the phone as I jumped around yelling "the toaster's on fire!" in the way kids do, but as she didn't believe me I had to blow it out. Luckily, I managed it, but she doesn't believe me to this day.

Then there was the time we decided to do our own fireworks, probably around the same time as the last one. One pack worked fine, but we had another pack that my dad couldn't get to light. He went back to one about 5 times to relight it, and when it finally lit it shot straight towards my parents and I (my brother having decided this was too scary and gone indoors) I still remember the image of my dad diving out of the way as this firework exploded a few inches from him. We gave up on them after that.

Not strictly fire, but a few weeks ago I woke up to find my mum the angriest at my brother she's ever been. A couple of mates (the same ones involved in most of these) came round and we buggered off for a bit. When we got back, we found out what had happened- he'd decided to make a big ball of wax (he's a bit of a pyro, but the kind that just mucks around with candles a little, though there's hope for him yet) so he melted down a new pack of posh candles in a saucepan and pours that into a tuppaware container, turns the electric stove off and puts it down on there. A few minutes later, he turns back and finds the tuppaware's melted, leaking wax all over the brand new kitchen worktops. He assumed that since he'd turned the stove off, it would be instantly cold. We stood in the doorway staring in disbelief when we were told, before me and my mates agreed with mum that my brother is a cock before going to do some band practice and set things on fire in my room.

Finally, in a moment of attempting to be rock and roll, I covered my guitar in nail polish remover, set it alight and began playing a solo, as the heat caused the strings to snap one by one. It was worth it though :D
( Whillow, Thu 4 Mar 2004, 23:22, Reply)