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Today I set the grill pan on fire in a bid to create the perfect bacon butty. It made me realise how crap I am in emergencys on the grounds that I don't panic. Panic is a good thing. It spurs you on to do something. I don't react and stand there uselessly wondering what to do, not wanting to do anything and wondering if I could just let it burn until somebody comes along who would take it upon themselves to save the day. Eventually I put the pan of flaming oil on the kitchen tiles and by the time I had worked out how to use the fire extinguisher it had quenched itself. It occurred to me ten minutes later that placing a damp cloth over it would have been the best thing to do, which was great ten minutes later.
Least I learned something about myself. Life experience. I'm fleeing to Wales tomorrow for a week of pissedness with the lads. Ciao.