The gunpowder, treason, and plot
Maxine sends along this link to a heartwarming story about bonfire night hijinks: a 22-year-old soldier was injured setting off a Black Cat Thunderbolt rocket. The injuries were to his colon. You might want to take a guess as to how precisely they were sustained to that part of his body, then click over and see if you were right.
A spokesman for the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents said: “It’s very sad that this person has had to learn about the dangers posed by fireworks in this way." But is it really sad? Is there anyone out there who isn't thinking that this guy is an idiot who deserved what he got? Besides, there's some natural selection going on here. I wonder if he blew his chance of passing on his stupid genes to the next generation.
Tags: bonfire night, buttocks, fireworks
Posted by Debra Hamel on November 9, 2006 | 
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Oh, the poor kid! He was only twenty-two. Remember, a twenty-two year old male has roughly the same level of maturity as a fifteen-year old girl, or a five-year old Rebecca S. (He may not even be a total moron.)
After the stress he's been through he'll probably sire only daughters, so perhaps nature can weed out the risk-taking gene that way.
Posted by: Susan | November 09, 2006 at 11:37 PM
I dunno, I think you're being a little hard on the guy. He can't help being a man after all.
And it is exactly that spirit of adventure, the need to experiment, the unending desire to find a better way of doing things that drove man to land on the moon. Although I'm not quite sure why we wanted to go to the moon in the first place.
Posted by: Bill Liversidge | November 10, 2006 at 03:42 AM
"Safety experts said yesterday that launching a rocket from the backside was a practice that contravened the firework code."
Hel-LO?
Posted by: Ian | November 10, 2006 at 04:53 AM
:-) "the unending desire to find a better way of doing things" -
I love that comment in this context, Bill!
Posted by: Susan | November 10, 2006 at 11:00 AM
Funny he should think of lunar exploration in this context, too.
Posted by: Debra Hamel | November 10, 2006 at 11:07 AM
"Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents".
What a cool name for an organization! Sounds like something from Monty Python. Next we will be hearing that the "Royal Society for the Putting of Things on Top of Other Things" is real!!!
"Although I'm not quite sure why we wanted to go to the moon in the first place."
It's quite obvious! We went there to find out what happens if you stick fireworks up your ass on the moon! Unfortunately they never did test that but at least one astronaut was able to test his golf swing.
Posted by: Tom | November 10, 2006 at 01:10 PM