I couldn't tell you the precise date, when I look back over what was "Year 11" at Blue Coat; which I guess was 08-09 it seems like I spent everyday, even the blustery wet winter outside the schools modern foreign language shed the "JT Block." The most I could tell you is that it was a dry sunny day, a rarity that year, but I know because we were all sitting on the grass.
Everyone's done it. It's almost a right of passage, something you learn about from a young age and never forget. You know the one, when you pick up a aerosol can and hold a flame just a small stretch away from the tip of the can and spray away creating your own quite dangerous but really freeking cool blow torch and generating a feeling of ultimate power for a few short seconds.
You'd have thought by the time we were 16 that we'd have grown out of this arsonistic phase of our lives, but amusingly (albeit a bit sad) we hadn't.
So yes. It was a dry day sat out on the grass outside the "JT block" with all the usual culprits (pictured at the bottom.) When I think back, I feel like it was that time of year when everyone got out their old gameboys and tried to re-complete the original pokemon games, this period usually lasts a week and no one ever compleates it fast enough. I however wasn't taking part in this. Me and a good friend, probably one of my best friends at the time were lying on the grass with a box of matches and a dwarf can of "Impulse body spray" - which I can only assume was mine from when I was like 11 and first started secondary school.
The plan we had wasn't quite that of the flame thrower I described above, we were after all in the middle of our school grounds and although we could get away with a lot of stuff, flame throwing wasn't one. No, instead we filled the lid of the body spray with body spray, we probably sprayed it for about 15 second's or something like that and prepared ourselves a match to throw in.
When I replay the scene, I'm not sure why we didn't move further away after we'd thrown the match in. I'm not sure why we thought - after it didn't blow up within the first couple of seconds - why it was safe to go back to it. But that's exactly what we did. Luckily for me I was hovering at the side of Sam whose face was directly over the top of this lid.
We genuinely didn't expect it to blow up, after the delay it seemed illogical in the moment that it might still blow up. I remember this rush of heat pass over my face burning the tip of my nose, rolling to the side as fast as possible I wasn't really sure what had just happened. I turned back over to see Sam sat up holding his face in his hands.
- It's ok, his face wasn't burned, no sever injury's obtained.
The hair on sam's chinny chin chin, his eyebrows, his stubbly upper lip and the baby hairs at the top of his head had gotten singed. patches of black frizzled hair were to be seen on his face in place of what was previously stubble and there air that surrounded us became polluted with the stench of burnt hair.
That was a funny day.
God Bless L x
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