A couple of years ago I mistook some lithium batteries for lithium-ion. I put them in a charger and placed the charger in ne of our conference rooms. Well I didn't want it cluttering up the lab ! About two hours later there was a very loud bang.... It sounded just like a shotgun going off next door. I rushed into the conference room and found a group of very confused customers and our CEO surrounded by a fog of dense white smoke. The explosion put a dent in the wall and blew the charger to smitherines . Bits of battery were embedded in the ceiling one narrowly missed the head of the CEO. We had to evacuate and call the fire brigade out to blow the whole building clear of smoke. I then had to report all this to the health and safety rep .......me of course :-(
Stupid things you have done
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A couple of years ago I mistook some lithium batteries for lithium-ion. I put them in a charger and placed the charger in ne of our conference rooms. Well I didn't want it cluttering up the lab ! About two hours later there was a very loud bang.... It sounded just like a shotgun going off next door. I rushed into the conference room and found a group of very confused customers and our CEO surrounded by a fog of dense white smoke. The explosion put a dent in the wall and blew the charger to smitherines . Bits of battery were embedded in the ceiling one narrowly missed the head of the CEO. We had to evacuate and call the fire brigade out to blow the whole building clear of smoke. I then had to report all this to the health and safety rep .......me of course :-(Entry number 2....
Some years ago, we arrived at the holiday resort in the middle of the afternoon. My (then young) daughter was very excited to go and look at the pool, so we dumped the cases quickly and went off to explore. The pool looked fantastic and inviting with a child friendly shallow entry, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped in up to my ankles...
Unknown to me, the gentle, shallow entry was in fact an 18 inch wide shelf that ran round the pool... You can see where this is going can't you?
So I took a second step forward... and went straight down to the bottom of the 9ft deep end, fully clothed and much to the amusement of all the families sunbathing around the pool.
My pride (and my watch) never really recovered....
Some years ago, we arrived at the holiday resort in the middle of the afternoon. My (then young) daughter was very excited to go and look at the pool, so we dumped the cases quickly and went off to explore. The pool looked fantastic and inviting with a child friendly shallow entry, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped in up to my ankles...
Unknown to me, the gentle, shallow entry was in fact an 18 inch wide shelf that ran round the pool... You can see where this is going can't you?
So I took a second step forward... and went straight down to the bottom of the 9ft deep end, fully clothed and much to the amusement of all the families sunbathing around the pool.
My pride (and my watch) never really recovered....
Entry no. 2. I was visiting some friends in Seville and Javi decided he wanted to make authentic Sevillan Cocido (a type of stew). As he had mismanaged his time, the decided to use the pressure cooker to speed things along. So we stuck all the ingredients (a chicken, chorizo, pork loin, beans, chick peas etc.) in to the cooker and went for a few beers.
When we came back we pushed the button, the cooker hissed a fair bit then stopped. But it wouldn't open.
So being 3 men, we decided that maybe the seal had seized and promptly used brute force to open it. Forgetting it was called a PRESSURE cooker and that it may not open because it was UNDER PRESSURE.
Upon opening it, the chicken shot up and exploded across the ceiling, the ceramic spoon was blown apart by bits of flying pork loin, and beans, chick peas, vegetables and stock were flung in all directions like some sort of Spanish boiling, culinary, Claymore mine.
We all ended up with some pretty serious burns on our arms and my mate Tony one on his face. Thank god his glasses stopped anything going in his eyes. The kitchen was covered in soup and to top it all of we couldn't eat anything.
Turns our Javi had overfilled the cooker and a bit of bean had jammed the pressure release valve.
When we came back we pushed the button, the cooker hissed a fair bit then stopped. But it wouldn't open.
So being 3 men, we decided that maybe the seal had seized and promptly used brute force to open it. Forgetting it was called a PRESSURE cooker and that it may not open because it was UNDER PRESSURE.
Upon opening it, the chicken shot up and exploded across the ceiling, the ceramic spoon was blown apart by bits of flying pork loin, and beans, chick peas, vegetables and stock were flung in all directions like some sort of Spanish boiling, culinary, Claymore mine.
We all ended up with some pretty serious burns on our arms and my mate Tony one on his face. Thank god his glasses stopped anything going in his eyes. The kitchen was covered in soup and to top it all of we couldn't eat anything.
Turns our Javi had overfilled the cooker and a bit of bean had jammed the pressure release valve.
Another work related one, on entering the office building one morning (secure swipe card system, usual thing) half asleep as usual I was aware that someone came in right behind me but paid no heed. I even turned and looked at him, didn't recognise him but hey, happens all the time, and he seemed to know where he was going. Nevertheless company procedure states that I should have challenged him for ID under these circumstances.
Around lunchtime it was discovered that a PC had been nicked from the conference room, it suddenly hit me that I had in fact aided and abetted a thief. I called security, they were very kind but I ended the day talking to police detectives and giving a statement.
I didn't live that one down for years.
Around lunchtime it was discovered that a PC had been nicked from the conference room, it suddenly hit me that I had in fact aided and abetted a thief. I called security, they were very kind but I ended the day talking to police detectives and giving a statement.
I didn't live that one down for years.
In my job I sometimes have to go to other premises to work.
I was in a school that I was not familiar with and I had been left some vague instructions with door key codes and stuff like that.
At the end of the day as I was going round the building locking up I went into a room to close a few windows thinking nothing of the door closing behind me.
I closed the windows, put off the lights and went to leave the room.
The door was shut and locked and needed a 4 digit pin number to open it. This number was written on the piece of paper in the office and I couldnt remember it.
I was in the building alone so had to climb out a window, over a 6ft fence, walk all the way around the building to get back in the front door.
Made sure I had the door key code with me when I went back to shut the window.
I was in a school that I was not familiar with and I had been left some vague instructions with door key codes and stuff like that.
At the end of the day as I was going round the building locking up I went into a room to close a few windows thinking nothing of the door closing behind me.
I closed the windows, put off the lights and went to leave the room.
The door was shut and locked and needed a 4 digit pin number to open it. This number was written on the piece of paper in the office and I couldnt remember it.
I was in the building alone so had to climb out a window, over a 6ft fence, walk all the way around the building to get back in the front door.
Made sure I had the door key code with me when I went back to shut the window.
By the seaside...
When I was about seven, finding my dads police uniform hanging up in the wardrobe and set to it with a pair of scissors so it would fit me :?
Probably the same year, waiting behind a tree for my dad to cycle past from work and throwing a broom handle through the front wheel and watching him sommersault over the handlebars
Spending the rest of the year handcuffed by the leg to the living room radiator
Never done anything stupid since.
Tim.
Probably the same year, waiting behind a tree for my dad to cycle past from work and throwing a broom handle through the front wheel and watching him sommersault over the handlebars
Spending the rest of the year handcuffed by the leg to the living room radiator
Never done anything stupid since.
Tim.
^^^ EVIL child :lol:
As a youngster, when you could still open windows on trains, I stuck my arm out of an intercity train travelling at full speed because I thought it'd be fun to grab a leaf of a tree. I've never been so close to losing a limb
I also stuck a garden fork through my foot when I was 5 whilst 'helping' my Dad do the garden....
As a youngster, when you could still open windows on trains, I stuck my arm out of an intercity train travelling at full speed because I thought it'd be fun to grab a leaf of a tree. I've never been so close to losing a limb
I also stuck a garden fork through my foot when I was 5 whilst 'helping' my Dad do the garden....
Liverpool
If we're going back to child hood. I filled the little boot on my trike with Mortar I found by a wall the council were building across the corner of our garden. I rained and I had a very heavy trike, which I then buried in the sand dunes down the road a few days later and never saw again. Think I was about six at the time.
Think I was about six at the time.
:lol: