Amazing displays of ignoranceSandettie Light Vessel Automatic tells us: "My dad's friend told us there's no such thing as gravity - it's just the weight of air holding us down". Tell us of times you've been floored by abject stupidity. "Whenever I read the Daily Express" is not a valid answer.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 16:48)
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There was a chap called Andrew that I knew at school.He was on a ski trip with me, and bought the largest firecrackers he could find in the local irresponsibility shop. At the time, these were to be found all over the place in France.
He stuck one of these things in some snow above a massive icicle.
Now, these bangers looked like something Clint Eastwood would use to demolish a small Mexican fort. The kind of dynamite sticks best lit from a cigar, then casually lobbed over a wall. We lit the fuse, ran off like the giggling teenage fools we were, and waited for a couple of minutes, during which there was no sound at all.
Andrew decided to go back. He wasn't one to waste ten francs on a defunct banger; he wanted the sound and fury of an explosion, and by God he was determined to have it.
He's doing well with only five fingers, but he's had to learn to wank left-handed.
edit: obviously, the ignorance was of basic firework safety...
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wynoh kills threads by his mere presence, Sun 21 Mar 2010, 11:57,
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Ah french bangers...I did pretty much the same thing with some I found leftover from childhood days the other week. Lit it. Chucked into the garden. Nothing. Okay, lit another one and lobbed it out the window. Nothing. Okay maybe it was because they were loose in the tin and not the wrapper. Unwrapped some fresh ones and went downstairs and placed them on a knackered old wood chair in the garden. Lit it. Took a few steps back. BANG. Vision went like being smacked in the head with a spade, and suddenly everything was moving but very, very quiet. Took almost a week to be able to hear properly again. I gave the other ones I had left away...
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Bathory, Sun 21 Mar 2010, 14:03,
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smugglingthem back into England seemed to be easy enough via the coach and ferry route.
Trying the car route on the Stranraer-Larne (Scotland to Northern Ireland)in the mid eighties during a heightened security period (complete with thorough boot search at the docks with an early electronic sniffer) proved a bit more worrying for my usually quite sensible brother.
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Do you remember,,,The green ones? about the size of a cigarette, and you lit them in the same manner as a match...bloody lethal they were
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snee held his breath since, Tue 23 Mar 2010, 11:44,
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