XFool wrote:"This week I 'ave been mostly learning: 'Don't pick up things that might explode'. "
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XFool wrote:"This week I 'ave been mostly learning: 'Don't pick up things that might explode'. "
bungeejumper wrote:How do you neutralise a pressurised gas cartridge?
XFool wrote:bungeejumper wrote:How do you neutralise a pressurised gas cartridge?
I have found one method, but I really cannot recommend it. Alternatively, you could look here:
How Do You Dispose of Camping Gas Cylinders? (Guide)
https://www.arcticdry.co.uk/how-to-dispose-of-camping-gas-cylinders/
GAS CYLINDERS COLLECTION AND DISPOSAL
https://thesafegroup.co.uk/gas-cylinder ... d-disposal
bungeejumper wrote:How do you neutralise a pressurised gas cartridge?
vrdiver wrote:As a kid, a group of us chucked a (small) Calor gas cartridge onto our campfire. That took care of it - never ever saw it again...
As an older and wiser lemon, I'd now recommend getting someone you don't like to chuck it on the fire for you. :evil
vrdiver wrote:bungeejumper wrote:How do you neutralise a pressurised gas cartridge?
As a kid, a group of us chucked a (small) Calor gas cartridge onto our campfire. That took care of it - never ever saw it again...
As an older and wiser lemon, I'd now recommend getting someone you don't like to chuck it on the fire for you.
XFool wrote:I know.
Way back in the 1970s some 'naughty boys' from the school next to where I worked (I believe the same school Graham Young the mass poisoner went to...) set fire to a contractors shed full of those blue, barrel shaped gas containers. The ensuing extremely strong, sub-audible thumps and some smoke eventually attracted our attention. Eventually we all piled onto the flat roof of a three storey building to watch the spectacle.
I still remember the fireman in a silver 'asbestos' suit - and he turned on his heels and fled. One went up before us: Better than any film, there was suddenly a fireball around 30 feet in diameter, a ginormous THUD and the, presumably, top valve section of the cylinder hurtled upwards into the air heading our way. We all ducked below the parapet, it sailed right over our heads and fell the other side of the building. We all rushed to the parapet on the other side and looked over. Our gaze was met by a puzzled looking person standing, staring upwards, with a smouldering piece of wreckage embedded in the tarmac at their feet.
One thing I always remember is what an explosion actually sounds like if close by. Nothing like the typical cinema 'explosion' sound, but an enormous single THUD. Rather as if Wales were raised a couple of inches off the ground and allowed to fall back down.
TUK020 wrote:Big gooey looking patch on the tarmac afterwards
bungeejumper wrote:vrdiver wrote:As a kid, a group of us chucked a (small) Calor gas cartridge onto our campfire. That took care of it - never ever saw it again...
As an older and wiser lemon, I'd now recommend getting someone you don't like to chuck it on the fire for you. :evil
Aaaah, the folly of youth. A couple of my schoolfriends (aged 13) decided to make their own fireworks, using an explosives recipe that would probably have the terror squad down on me if I said anything more about it. They eventually made it back to school the next week with facial scorch marks, little hair on their foreheads and no eyebrows. It was a true miracle that they both still had their eyes.
BJ
stevensfo wrote:I think most of us tried it. Burnt knuckles and wafting the smoke and smell outside asap before the security police (parents) detected it?
XFool wrote:I'm still trying to make sense of this: What really happened?
Curiously the bottom of the aluminium gas cylinder was also stoved in on one side. How? this seems counterintuitive as it blew 'out'. My first thought was the shock wave. Perhaps it was reflected off the table after destroying the stove and then damaged the cylinder that caused it? Then I had a second thought: Newton's Third Law of Motion.
Surely the damaged body of the cylinder that I was left holding must itself have been more that a little moved by the detonation, considering the top has not been seen since? Yet I was simply left standing with it in my hand with a wrecked stove. Perhaps it had moved hard enough, with my hand attached, to hammer the stove, destroy it and damage itself in the process? Seems simple, but I have not the slightest memory of this happening.
Possibly, under the circumstances, I was stunned and have partially lost my memory of events?
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