Oh dear fucking Christ - I read that with my mouth agape.
My great uncle burnt to death while using petrol. I'm pretty sure it was a case of Darwinism in action, but whatever - I was brought up with a healthy respect for it.

I remember my father spilling some on the grass while refilling the lawnmower, and ensuring we all took note of it, then calling us back a couple of hours later, and lighting it with quite a fwoomph.

Certainly not a chemical to be treated with disdain.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 Aug 2012, 13:03, Reply)