Besides what I think was burning fibreglass, in a field, running away from bombs.
So I had been out on the town in Bristol one night this summer. Taking in the sights along with various substances of questionable legality. Well, the night was drawing in and myself and my friend decided that, rather than go clubbing (Having been unfortunately banned from there recently for answering "Yes" to a question asking if we had anything illegal on us), we would go to the lovely area of Lockleaze.

Stocked up on many, MANY packets of chewing gum for the inevitable effects of our revelries, we bought some callippo and went on the bus to Lockleaze. There, in a field in Lockleaze overlooking the M32, there was a beep.

My friend claimed not to hear it. We continued. Another beep, louder. We froze. Another beep.

We ran about 75 metres away from where we stood, shouting at each other, and then fell to ground, awaiting the terrible explosion. There wasn't one. Odd that.

At about 3 o'clock he went home. Seemed he lived in Lockleaze anyway, whereas I was a good £60 taxi journey away from home. For some reason unknown to me, there was a large pile of what I think was fibreglass in one of the fields, on fire.

It provided warmth and lovely fumes for the rest of the night. It mysteriously wasn't there in the morning.
( Tamashii the other beige meat., Tue 2 Jan 2007, 16:53, Reply)