Seeing as it's nearly Guy Fawkes night
here's a story about fireworks, and a dare.

My mate Michael, in his younger day, was a bit of a lad. He and his pals would get up to all sorts of mischief, which in those days was seen as just that, although today it would probably have earned him an ASBO or two.

Anyway, they dared this one bloke, whom they didn't like, to hold a lit banger. "No way", he said. So Michael demonstrated the technique.

He took a banger, gripped it tightly round the top of the cardboard body and lit the touchpaper. It fizzled a bit, then went out. "All you need to do is hold it tightly, and it won't go off", said Michael to the hapless victim.

So he reluctantly accepted the dare, in view of the evidence suggesting no harm would befall him. The banger was duly lit, the lad hanging on tightly to it with white knuckles and a look of trepidation on his face. Trepidation which was entirely justified, because as the circle of boys watching him became gradually larger in circumference as they moved away....

BANG!

Result - one extremely stunned victim, with a burned hand, which in fact he was fortunate still to possess as part of his person.

What they hadn't told him was that Michael had previously emptied the powder out of the demonstration banger!

What a bunch of bastards.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 13:17, 2 replies)

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Hooray!
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 15:38, closed)

Dare, stupid...
*clicks*
( Mitsy, Sat 3 Nov 2007, 12:24, closed)