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When i was a fireman, we sold books for charity, containing tales from round the country.
A Fire in the ground floor of a tyneside fllat was put out, and as the firemen were clearing up, a distressed old lady came down from thre flat above, saying the smoke had gone up the wall, in her window, wher she had her budgie cage. Now, budgies hearts and lungs wpork very fast, and after a few lungfuls, old sparky lay lifless on the sandpaper. Not wanting to upset the old dear, the sub officer instructed one of the lads to bring a BA Cylinder, Knowing the budgie was well and truly dead, he put on a wee show of trying to revive it. he held sparky gently in his hands, and the fireman held the outket of the breating apparatus cylinder in front of its beak. now the, youve got 200 bar of pressure in there, and with a mere half turn of the handle, a huge whoosh, poor old sparky was blown staight into the coal fire, and dissapeared in a thick cloud of smoke and fizzing feathers.
exit a very embarrassed crew.
A Fire in the ground floor of a tyneside fllat was put out, and as the firemen were clearing up, a distressed old lady came down from thre flat above, saying the smoke had gone up the wall, in her window, wher she had her budgie cage. Now, budgies hearts and lungs wpork very fast, and after a few lungfuls, old sparky lay lifless on the sandpaper. Not wanting to upset the old dear, the sub officer instructed one of the lads to bring a BA Cylinder, Knowing the budgie was well and truly dead, he put on a wee show of trying to revive it. he held sparky gently in his hands, and the fireman held the outket of the breating apparatus cylinder in front of its beak. now the, youve got 200 bar of pressure in there, and with a mere half turn of the handle, a huge whoosh, poor old sparky was blown staight into the coal fire, and dissapeared in a thick cloud of smoke and fizzing feathers.
exit a very embarrassed crew.