[Doug]

Around 25 years ago I came off a night shift at the hospital and nipped in to Blackpool, among a number of Items; I purchased a T-bone steak for my lunch. I had planned to stay awake that day to help me readjust to back to days and to prepare myself to a night on the ****. At around 12.30 that afternoon I slapped my meat on the grill and settled down to some music whilst my treat grilled to perfection. Some two hours later I was awakened by my elderly neighbour shouting “Fire” through my letter box. To cut a long ****ty episode short, my kitchen was destroyed and only the act of shutting my kitchen door and the actions of my neighbour had save my life. Neglect and foolishness causes chip pan and other related kitchen fires not chip pans.