We were awoken in the middle of the night by a crack. I wasn't sure what it was and thought perhaps that it had been a dream. The fact that my girlfriend had heard it too somewhat spoiled that notion. Then I thought perhaps it had been something falling down the stairs - perhaps knocked by the cat... however, it didn't sound like it could have been that either. So I listened some more. I had a few theories. If you hear scampering feet in the house, it's burglars, and if you hear snap, crackle and pop, then it's a fire.
It was a fire. I looked out of the window and saw smoke. Oooh a fire. What could it be. Then I heard a whoosh - fuel. It was a car fire. As my girlfriend went to wake up her mother and call the emergency services, I got some clothes on. The parked cars across the road were ablaze. I was worried about the fire spreading and the people of the next door house not realising they were on fire until it was too late.
Well, it was quite exciting. The fire brigade arrived and sorted out the blaze. They also kept the siding of the flats overlooking the blaze, wet as it was plastic and melting and potentially something that might go up in flames itself. It was quite a drama for 3 in the morning.
I also liked the sound that the fuel tank made when it caught fire - no explosion, just a rapid burning of all the petrol. I liked it, but not enough to become an arsonist and make my own.