Summer 1985, or maybe 86 we were 14-15 year old yoots, we were night fishing by the lake, we were drunk, we had a nice fire going.
We shall call him Mark as that is what he was called.
Mark put a Fray Bentos Pie on the fire to cook it, lid on and unopened. We were young drunken idiots afterall.
Said pie was on there for a bit too long, then we noticed and flicked the pie off from the fire with a stick. The tin was bulging with the pressure.
After some discussion which lasted all but ten seconds it was decided that Mark should crawl commando style towards the pie and stab it with what can only be described as a Rambo knife.
There was tension in the air as he slowly drew his arm back, knife in hand ready to stab the tin. We were all expecting it to explode and that he would get splattered in radioactively hot steak and kidney pie filling and that he'd run screaming into the lake.
He struck and...........
Nothing happend.
The pastry was doughy but Mark still ate the filling.