We almost died.
I shared a flat for a while with a very dirty chap called Scott. He turned the place into a tip. I did my best to keep things clean, but it was a loosing battle. We got on well, but his messiness was a hassle.
One evening, we had been to the pub and stumbled back into the living room. I was sitting in a chair feeling sleepy and scott was on the sofa smoking a cigy. He was using an empty pizza box as an ashtray, which he assured me was fine. I was too drunk and sleepy to argue.
I drifted off to sleep - not fully out of it, I remember clearly the music that was playing at the time, but eyes shut and unresponsive. Not sure why, but I partially woke up. I sat there in a stupor watching the pizza box smouldering away nicely next to scott for quite a few minutes. It finally ignited and I lurched fully awake and shot up out of the chair.....HOLY SHIT ITS ON FIRE! I was taken by surprise as my head disappeared into the thick fog of smoke that was filling half the living room from the ceiling downwards.
We had been a few short minutes away from smoke-inhalation and death.
The carpet was ruined too.
Scott bought an ashtray after that.
(dave likes cheese, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 21:22, Reply)