Fire

A fairly typical Saturday night in Timaru. Out comes the fire staff and a bottle or three of kerosene. One day when I stop at the supermarket to grab a few things and a bottle of kerosense, whilst I insist they don't put the kerosense in a whole new bag (as they inevitably try to do). I will actually pull the line out "no don't worry, just put it in the same bag, I just drink it anyway". But I have been too chicken so far. They just look at me weird enough when I say not to worry and to put the kerosense and my milk and eggs in the same bag. Incidently, if anybody knows a good place to purchase cheap relatively pure (additive free please, kerosense in my mouth is nasty enough, let alone lots of additives) kerosense from, please let me know. Gareth took the below photo of me during a recent Saturday night burn.