On a scale of 0 to 10, how Manly did poking a stick in a bonfire make you feel? (10 = very Manly).
When my brother bought his first house the downstairs floor was pretty rotten and we ripped it up. It was a very cold day so we then decided to get rid of the stuff by burning it in the hearth. It was a long job and having done a good day's work we had a beer or two; hell, we deserved it!
As the evening wore on we put more and more flooring on the fire and it seemed to burn more and more fiercely. Eventually we had a knock on the door from a worried neighbour who asked if we knew our chimney was alight. Sure enough viewed against the night sky it was as good as a blast furnace and with the draught from the open front door, the flames and sparks increased by the minute. An appreciative crowd gathered and it soon occurred to us we had better invite the fire brigade along too.
The lads arrived promptly and started to pump water all over the place. It was amazing how much water a red-hot chimney can handle simply by vapourising it. At the end of the proceedings our new friends from the fire brigade very kindly advised us on filling in the insurance claim, not just for the fire damage, apparently the kind of water they used was also extremely destructive.