DeeKnow’s Grotto

last night we went round to some friends for a BBQ and drinks to be followed by some jolly fireworks action. Dinner was great, the usual assortment of meats (including cheeze-sizzlers of course) and by about 8:30 it was time to head outside with a beer, a few lighters and a bag of Frankton model shop explosives.

While the girls entertained themselves with the Sparklers (boys just dont use them) our fabulous host Chris-Cross got the ball rolling with a couple of flowery numbers, followed by some beauty fire-ball launching sorta things that make a bit of a noise and get the crowd going.

It wasn't long though before we had our first alchohol-induced-mishap.

I'd just lit the fuse on a big boxy thing that looked very promising (judging by the packaging) and stepped back to a critical-burns-safe-distance. The fuse crackled its way down the edge of the box and BOOOOM off up in the air went a fireball.

Unfortunately, the first explosion tipped the box off onto its side and the cracker began launching the rest of its payload horizontally in random directions. Some into the hedge-fence of the place next door and others towards the spectators and house which got the girls (and Craig) running.

Once it had stopped its death spiral we checked noone was hurt (actually we didnt) and continued lighting more fireworks. Next thing someone says "geeze there's alot of smoke coming from that fence". We kinda ignored the observation the first couple of times, but eventually someone pointed out that the neighbours fence was indeed smoking ... A LOT !!!

More screaming was heard, and plenty of drunken laughter (from Sonia and Kym) and eventually an attack on the potential fire was organised using the hose that (fortunately) reached right round the side of the house. A few minutes later it was kinda under control, Sonia was still laughing, and we resumed lighting the rest of the fireworks.

Then disaster strikes again !!!

Another cracker Chris had lit went beserk, flinging fireballs round the yard and towards the house again. This time one of them managed to fly past Craig's head and into the house landing on poor Liz's brand new leather sofa, burning a patch in an obvious place where repair is gonna be a hassle.

Not wanting to tempt fate a third time and burn the bloody house down we decided it was time to call it a night, give the neighbourhood dogs a rest, and resume the drinking while attempting to convince Liz that the burn on the Leather sofa "gave it some character"

8:37:47 PM