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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #200 on: February 11, 2021, 01:10:59 pm »
The other trick with Nitrogen Tri-iodide was to put a crystal into a piece of wet blotting paper and throw it so it stuck to the ceiling - when it dries out and falls the bang disrupts the next lesson quite nicely.
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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #201 on: February 11, 2021, 01:28:00 pm »
The desktop flamethrower was every chemistry lesson at my school. The fiery demise of many a schoolbook.

Lighting the gas taps wasn't uncommon in mine, either.  Or connecting them to the water taps to see who won.


Given the inflammability of the entirely polyester school uniforms, I'm surprised that so many of us survived chemistry.

I remember a boy in my class managed to set fire to his generously-sized school-issue polyester sleeve in the first week of secondary school SCIENCE lessons, which was then patched by his mum and remained with him until at least year 10.  (Perhaps counter-intuitively, this was not a subject of ridicule because setting fire to yourself is much more cool than wearing embarrassing school uniform.)


More legendary was the time someone in not-my-chemistry-set re-enacted the end of Die Hard 2 using a sink full of some alkane or other.


I don't think I blew up anything at school, unless you count releasing the magic smoke from electronic components.
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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #202 on: February 20, 2021, 06:57:37 am »
regarding ways to make noise, a 2 liter plastic bottle, some water in the bottom, and dry ice bits added before securely capping, and then running away like crazy, is very effective.

hellymedic

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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #203 on: February 20, 2021, 12:55:31 pm »
Given the inflammability of the entirely polyester school uniforms, I'm surprised that so many of us survived chemistry. You could pick up quite a static charge.

In my day, we had to wear a specific wool serge tunic, which was not washable and was only flammable immediately after its trip to the dry cleaner every half term...

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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #204 on: February 21, 2021, 03:54:13 pm »
He was bang out of order.

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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #205 on: March 01, 2021, 08:46:42 am »
A valiant attempt, but no trophy:
Family found camping on 'dangerous' cliff edge in North Yorkshire
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-york-north-yorkshire-56232546
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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #206 on: March 01, 2021, 09:00:00 am »
Weedkiller and sugar mix, newspaper soaked in it and dried out.

A bucketful makes a fantasctic smokescreen, enough to cover one of the largest buildings in town  ;D

At school we had a pair of identical twins, very hard to tell one from t'other.

The one of them made a pipe-bomb using sugar and weedkiller after which provided we could see his right forefinger we always knew which twin it was.
Sic transit and all that..

Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #207 on: March 01, 2021, 09:15:26 am »
A valiant attempt, but no trophy:
Family found camping on 'dangerous' cliff edge in North Yorkshire
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-york-north-yorkshire-56232546

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They were found in a tent in an area known for landslips


If someone deserves a Darwin Award here, it's probably the farmer who works so close to the edge with a many-tons tractor rather than a family in a lightweight tent.

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Re: Darwin Awards
« Reply #208 on: March 02, 2021, 03:15:30 am »
When I was a pre-spotty person, I lived in Malaya (as was) and Singapore. Various Chinese festivities are enlivened by pyrotechnic devices, some of them amazingly elaborate, but many consisting simply of chains of paired red=paper=wrapped bangers of various kinds.

Once the locals had had their fun, we would descend on the swathes of shredded red paper and comb through them. There were always unsploded splodies, and we would gather them for fun and hearing loss (I found out quite early why fuses are longer than the one I lit and then threw not quite far enough away so avoid ringing ears)

One of the potentially lethal things we did was to set the little bastards off in enclosed spaces. My own first attempt was to put a small plastic bucket over one, with the fuse sticking out under its rim. The resulting explosion sent the bucket some ten feet into the air. Our ultimate experiment, until my fayher found us at it and took away our implement, involved a broken toy go-cart.

If you G**gle Weyhill Close in Singapore, my old house is stull there (on the north side of the close, a wire mesh gate with a red post box on it and two plastic waste bins outside it; my bedroom was the first floor balcony you can see) you may note there is a steep little slope down from the lane to the main road. We spent a lot of time eroding the grass by sliding down there on sheets of cardboard, but one oik of the neighbourhood obtained said four-wheeled device. He used it on the slope, naturally, and managed to snap it in half. I believe it resulted in a trip to the Alexandra Hospital. I would be there later for one of my intersex surgeries.

We recovered the remnants of the go-cart, saw that we had two open ends of tube mounted on two wheels, and the obvious idea of mobile artillery came to us. Get a ball of stony mud ready. wedge it in on top of a banger with  the fuse protruding, and train the artillery on one of the large sheets of cardboard placed before a tree. Light fuse. Do not retire.

I am astonished that I managed to retain all digits and appendages.
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