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Why is this so much fun (on a small scale, not-full-on-arson-way)?
And I arrived home from the pub one night to find him in the living room burning all his old bank statements etc, like he was going on the lamb or something.
I once asked him if fifteen years fighting fires meant he lost the enjoyment of setting fire to stuff.
He assured me this wasn't the case at all. And that, in fact, as a training exercise for new firefighters, he'd been known to show up at work early, wander downstairs to the basement, stack a load of rubbish together and then set fire to it.
Then he'd go back upstairs, wait for the new firefighters to arrive and then casually say "the basement's on fire. You'd better go and sort it out before the station burns down".
Luckily for him this plan had never so far backfired...
I can't help it. Its reassuring to know a fireman feels the same
unless you were fascinated by fire.
Even when I accidentally set fire to myself the other week, I still had a moment of glee.
I'm sure it's a sign that you're mentally disturbed in some way!
I was begining to think that after years of being chastised by my mother/sisters/girlfriends/female friends and housemates, it may just be a male phenomena
Equally as cool: explosions!
I envy you!
is fucking brilliant. My stepdad got a creme brulee type blowtorch for Christmas, and I just wandered round the house looking for things to incinerate.
Until I got fully bollocked like the thirteen year old child I so obviously am...
while we were at art college just made art pieces from sticking loads of stuff together and setting it on fire (WACKY).
It was great until he decided to pile a bunch of stuff (including the dining room table) together in the middle of the living room during a house party and set it on fire.
We had to live in the house for the rest of the year with a massive burnt patch on the carpet and scorch marks on the wall.
i blew up countless aerosols, a few hit me, but did no damage, got caught countless times by doo gooder old people who hated us, and took loads of stuff from the uilding site at the bottom of my road where they were building the rest of my estate to burn.
my mates burnt a really old tree down though :( the stuffed a whole with newspaper, and never put it out. i went down the next morning walking my dog, and saw it had burnt down, and it was still smuldering, i felt pretty bad about that, even though i had nothing to do with it.
i miss having a real fire place, we used to have one when i was a kid, which was so so so homely. Sophia's parents still have one, which was lovely to play games round at christmas :)