Maybe it was something in the water...
There must have been something odd about the area I grew up in. Maybe we all just were obsessed with fire to different levels. I know at least three people who had various levels of facial injuries. These two I've mentioned in QOTW were both lucky to avoid permanent scars.

Another guy from our village was a lot less lucky after getting a firework in the face. That permanently fucked up his face, but taught the rest of us the old rule of never returning to a lit firework.

Then we have the guy who set light to the hay barn needing fifteen fire engines to put it out...

Another guy at School who didn't like being suspended, so came back one night and threw a petrol bomb into the staff room.

And this is all in sleepy Oxfordshire! Boredom of the countryside I guess
( Batter Pudding Hurler is a figment of your imagination, Thu 29 Jan 2015, 15:27, Reply)