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by mPReDiToR
1947 days ago
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Some childhood anecdotes... One xmas when I was less than 5yo I jammed a knife into our 240v socket and blew the fuse on the Electricity Board side of the fusebox.
They had to send an engineer out to turn the power on so we could continue cooking the turkey. The other is from a sibling comment.
With primary school, 10 years old, we went to the Lake District and were introduced to electeic fences by everyone holding hands with the person next to them, and the teacher explaining that he would touch the wire with the back of his hand to avoid muscle contraction.
Because I was "that kid" I was placed at the far end of the chain, where I assume it tingled more.
That was fun. We used to put PP9 batteries on our tongues for tingles.
Just for fun. I do recall dangerously letting .22 blanks off with a brick and a piece of brick making an entry and exit wound through the outside fleshy part of my hand.
Couldn't let mum know that I was even bleeding in case she asked why! Touching the wires hanging out of the wall where the clock hung was fab, until I flew across the room and sat on the sofa unexpectedly.
You really do learn respect for insulation at this point. |
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