I've just had my first fire drill here at work. Lilybank is on fire!
Actually it was just a drill, the deafening alarm went off, ringing in my ears. Stumbling, from the pain of the alarm, I managed to lock the PowerBook (I considered taking it with me!) and the PC (which I was definately leaving), and made my way to the nearest fire escape.
Then I went outside for a chat with David McGookin and Stephen Brewster, all very civalised. Then I came back inside. Disaster everted.
Derek had a far more interesting time of it all, he got to bread the dome of escapage:
Chris: | just a trial, the fire brigade didn't come |
Derek: | bastards |
Derek: | I got to break the bit on the door |
Chris: | break the bit on the door? |
Derek: | aye |
Derek: | it said "Break dome to escape" or something |
Chris: | ohhh, cool |
Chris: | and you broke that bad boy! |
Derek: | broke it to fuck! |
Chris: | all the way to hell |
Life in lilybank is never dull!
- Chris