bluemoon32
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Back in the 70's i used to get up at 5am for my paper round, it was my job to get the coal fire going before i left.
One morning i couldn't find any matches in the front room so decided to light a newspaper on the stove instead and carry through to the front room, Indiana Jones style.
Lit the paper and when i was halfway to the front room it went up like a fucking olympic torch. Too far from the living room to run to the fire, too far away from the kitchen sink, i decided to throw it in the only bin in the house....a whicker basket.
The basket caught fire, the carpet caught fire, fucking nightmare for a 10 year old kid.
All i can remember is my Dad appearing through the smoke & stomping down the stairs yelling " jesus fucking christ" and then throwing buckets of water to put the fire out.
I was never alllowed near the fire after that, funnily enough.
They treated me like a fucking arsonist for months after that, hiding matches etc haha
One morning i couldn't find any matches in the front room so decided to light a newspaper on the stove instead and carry through to the front room, Indiana Jones style.
Lit the paper and when i was halfway to the front room it went up like a fucking olympic torch. Too far from the living room to run to the fire, too far away from the kitchen sink, i decided to throw it in the only bin in the house....a whicker basket.
The basket caught fire, the carpet caught fire, fucking nightmare for a 10 year old kid.
All i can remember is my Dad appearing through the smoke & stomping down the stairs yelling " jesus fucking christ" and then throwing buckets of water to put the fire out.
I was never alllowed near the fire after that, funnily enough.
They treated me like a fucking arsonist for months after that, hiding matches etc haha