Flaming accident
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 3:50 pm
So last night I was having a wee drinky. Made it just over half way down a bottle of vodka, about 12.30am, and Glen was in a Merry mood. Now for whatever reason I decided (as you do) is would be the perfect time to starting refurbing the paint on the amp I'd just bought earlier that evening.
Took it to bits, removed the top plastics, rubbed it down, all going well, then thought I'd better go out out to shed to paint this (it's now after 1am and I've had a couple more intelligence drinks). In order to not cover shed in paint I put said bit of plastic inside a wooden box and proceeded to paint. All was going well until my fatal error of introducing a 400℃ heat gun into said box to aid drying of paint. Note to self paint fumes in a restricted space combined with 400℃ air = explosion. The ball of flame that engulfed me was somewhat spectacular. The whoosh of flame woke the wife who was soundly asleep upstairs, it hurtled me across the shed slamming me into the far wall still holding a 400℃ heat gun that's now melting my balls. The box was on fire, the amp cover was on fire and a glass picture frame above said box exploded.
Decided it was time for bed after that. On a plus though I'll not need a hair cut for a while.
Feel free to have a good chuckle at this, I'm OK, just a little crispy. I've been laughing about it most of the morning. The wife didn't find it funny though.
Took it to bits, removed the top plastics, rubbed it down, all going well, then thought I'd better go out out to shed to paint this (it's now after 1am and I've had a couple more intelligence drinks). In order to not cover shed in paint I put said bit of plastic inside a wooden box and proceeded to paint. All was going well until my fatal error of introducing a 400℃ heat gun into said box to aid drying of paint. Note to self paint fumes in a restricted space combined with 400℃ air = explosion. The ball of flame that engulfed me was somewhat spectacular. The whoosh of flame woke the wife who was soundly asleep upstairs, it hurtled me across the shed slamming me into the far wall still holding a 400℃ heat gun that's now melting my balls. The box was on fire, the amp cover was on fire and a glass picture frame above said box exploded.
Decided it was time for bed after that. On a plus though I'll not need a hair cut for a while.
Feel free to have a good chuckle at this, I'm OK, just a little crispy. I've been laughing about it most of the morning. The wife didn't find it funny though.
...shame you did not have a cam in the shed...£250 on you been framed 
