The Guardian -
30 Sep 2016 15:00

He was struggling to light the barbecue, and used an accelerant - white spirit, perhaps. It caused a small fireball and the breeze switched in my direction Ask someone for their first memory and they will often give a couple of fairly mundane possibilities and not be sure which came first. I have no doubt at all about mine, however. The earliest thing I recall is looking down at my feet and seeing flames coming out of my ankles. It was a Sunday afternoon in July 1981 that I caught fire - just a...
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