Oh Yes. My Mum still tells the story every Xmas. I was 15 and had just returned from the marets with a big bag of fireworks I had bought from "under the counter" at the Chinese guy's pet stall. I was in my downstairs bedroom, lighting them up and throwing them outside through the door and having a great time, when I saw Mum's car driving towards the house. I scooped up all the fireworks and threw them in my undie drawer. Mum walked in and asked if I could smell the phosophorous odour somewhere; "it almost smells like fireworks" she said. I replied that she was tripping. "No Fireworks here.." I responded with a guilty voice.
Right on cue a strange sound eminated from the place my undies are kept. "Bxzzzzzzzzz Wirrrrrrrrrrrrrr pop pop pop fizzzzzzzzzzz"
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
somehow in my haste I had forgotten that when I bailed all the gear into the drawer I was holding a lit crazy jack...obviously it took a couple of minutes to light up the whole drawer, leading to an almighty boom and some pretty colours.
Mum just stood looking at me. She was so unimpressed by my deceit that she refused to buy me undies for a month; I was forced to freeball it until my punishment was served and even then she bought me the dodgiest grandma undies she could find- the ones with a big pocket in the front.
Needless to say I only ever used fireworks WELL AWAY from the house from that point onwards
Yep. I was so embarrased rocking up to the skatepark with a "California Pro". I ended up swapping it with a bluetongue lizard for a kid's beaten up Reflex. He thought all his Christmases had come at once.
