One summer day back when we were about 15,

...me and a couple of friends were out in the village next to us. Small place, but being paranoid as we were we were about half a mile into the nearby woods where we could smoke weed all afternoon without being disrupted.

It had just been raining, and my friend tried to find out what would happen if he chucked a big wet stick up at the pylon above our heads. Now I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but I knew just how much electricity those things carry, so tried to warn him not to do it. The first couple of times the stick hit one of the wires and nothing happened. Then, he managed to throw it in such a way that it connected with two of the wires at once, shorting the pylon. All I can remember is hearing (literally) the loudest noise of my life, seeing a massive bolt of electricity heading for miles down towards Reading, and then the previously wet stick raining down on us as little bits of fire.

Obviously we shat it, and ran and ran until we were back in the village, only to find that we'd caused a major power cut. The next day the landlord of our local was replacing all of the bulbs outside his pub trying to figure out which ones had blown.

Lesson? Don't play with pylons...
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Sat 26 Jul 2008, 13:27, Reply)