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Good man. Ghosts from an enchanter fleeing nuffin. Those things bring disaster and death on bends.
I'll try to leave the incinerator behind when I have my next ride. It was scuffing the paintwork anyway.
It's good to light the incinerator with petrol...the lid usually blows up about six feet with a satisfying "whooooooooff" sound.
I'll do a lot of things, but that's not one of them. Diesel is my personal limit. Lots of it. When I used to live hear Hull, there was a local chap who decided to use petrol to start his bonfire one Nov 5th. He died horribly, and I took that as fair warning.But yeah, the sound is good :)
Point taken. I stopped making model rockets when my two stage design went wrong and chased a pregnant woman around my friend's patio. I had however warned the audience to stay inside...I would not like to carry the lifelong burden of guilt for being responsible for death or serious injury.The "whooooooooooooff" sound came from a soul mate pyromaniac neighbour one autumn and was followed by his wife screaming at him words along the lines of "are you trying to make me a widow ?". Typical (Surrey)woman - she was more concerned about herself than him...
Model rockets! Now there's something I have never tried ... I did set my step-daughter's jacket on fire one Nov 5th when a roman candle fell over and started firing burning blobs at the house. They were all standing the regulation 20m away (ish), but this was a BIG firework. It was about ten years ago, but she mentioned it only the other day, so it must have made an impression.
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