Fire power.
Some things about the Firemen at today's IR Rally:
1. I want to be a Fireman when I grow up.
2. I wish my dad was a Fireman so I could wear his helmet.
3. I really - really - want a Fireman's helmet.
4. I wish a Fireman (in uniform) would hug me.
5. Walking deep amongst hundreds of Firemen feels as comforting as eating a hot and steaming bowl of minestrone on a freezing cold day.
6. I wouldn't much mind being ravaged by a few Firemen.
7. I honestly never realised that being surrounded by Firemen would be such an emotionally overwhelming experience. But it was. I AM IN LOVE (with Fire Departments nation-wide).
8. John Wood made a nice speech. It would have been nicer if he was wearing a Fireman's uniform.
9. FIREMEN.
500 days til the next election.
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Hey boys....spray a bit of water on this one...I think she's over-heating!
FIREMEN!
F.I.R.E.M.E.N!
i was just looking at my new pole this morning and thinking how i must find me a hot, firemanly boy to slide down it and play pretend rescue with me.
too much information?
cope.
i understand ms fits.
the best (actually possibly the only good) thing about my house burning down was the firemen.
one of them even dated my housemate after leaving a note signed 'chris the unshaven fireman' in our letter box.
(oh and i feel like i should introduce myself. i used to be 'ugs' and now i'm not).
I like FIRE.
Men aren't too bad too.
But somehow firemen remind me too much of authority figures, i.e cops, for me to find them attractive. Perhaps I need more interaction with them.
regarding pt 6.
I slept with a fireman once.
He even had his helmet on the back of the bedroom door.
Best thing about it?
When asked why I hadn't come home the night before I could say:
I slid down a fireman's pole.
Good lord, elaine. YOU LIVE IN A CARRY ON MOVIE.
I just snorted my tea all over the keyboard.
Carry On, Elaine.
Your bizarre drug habit is spiralling out of control, tobytoby.
more importantly:
DID YOU GET PICTURES OF HIM, ELAINE?
in his fireman suit that is, not during the sex.
although i don't doubt fits would be interested in those too.
head! exploding! elaine!
i was once conducting a tute in the p.a. on grattan street, when a truck full of impossibly hot firemen stopped at the lights, thus causing me to lose the power of speech, along with the thin veneer of credibility i had attempted to cultivate. bonnie conquest [then my student] loudly decried my slack jaw, prompting general ridicule from the rest of the class, and we have been friends ever since.
more saucy firemen stories, please.
The butcher near my family home caught on fire one night and my mum ran outside in her nightwear to 'check' if the butcher was going to be 'okay.' I went out a few minutes later to find her standing in a breathless gaggle with some of our (all female) neighbours, animatedly describing the way the firemen had 'used a great big battering pole thing' to 'smash through the door!' Yeeesh.
There was also this one time when I was about 20 and I took a large group of small children on a camp in the countryside and the alarm went off at 2am. Ever the professional, I was a)terrified b) blind, and unable to find contacts or glasses and c)wearing my purple pyjamas with large green frogs on them. I just remember standing on the basketball court surrounded by a cluster of shivering infants, squinting at the hulking, manly shape of the fireman, trying to cover the frogs with my hands and and wondering exactly how scary my hair was looking that night (verdict: very).
Even worse - it was of course a false alarm, and I felt like a liar, although the gentlemen all very kindly assured me it was 'better to be safe than sorry.' And then they straightened their braces (BECAUSE THE BRACES ARE AMAZING! WHO KNEW THEY COULD BE SO SEXY?), got back up onto their truck and drove off into the night, leaving me to return to my cold little bunkbed in the boys dorm which smelled like wee.
Thankyou for giving me the chance to share my stories. I feel much lighter now.
Actually, female firefighters are hot too, in a weird sort of way.
I once spent a week interviewing firefighters for work.
The men all had that slightly amused i-can't-believe-you-work-at-a-desk-all-day-you-poor-physical- specimen contemptuous edge to their matey good humour.
The women had the same thing, plus they were all incredibly fit (both senses) and broke all the bones in your hand when they shook it.
Very, ahem, take charge.
sometimes I really do (live in a carry on movie).
Sorry, nads, no photographic evidence.
damn!
you should have at least kept the hat as a momento.
let this be a lesson to us all.
Hi Fits, I once went on a footy trip where we all pretended to be firemen. We even had shirts that proclaimed "WE FIND EM HOT AND LEAVE EM WET". We certainly did..
memento.
MEMENTO!
FIREMAN!
Sorry, what was this post about, again? I seem to have forgotten.
It's about firemen, which I find perhaps ironic when it is also about the IR March. So you know, they could've legally been fired for attending.
Sigh.
Oh yeah, that's right.
Cheers.
I live in an old firestation, but alas - there is no pole.
Where on earth did you get your 'pole' nadine??
I think we could do with one, maybe put it next to telly, just for decoration... and the like...
To enflame your firemen fancying, Fits, can I recommend investing in the HBO tv series 'Rescue Me', all about a New York firehouse post-S11?
She blogs about wanting a "Fireman's helmet" and acuses elaine of living in a Carry On film?
Oh, the irony.
Sublime-ation
Just to clarify - Firefighters are NOTHING like cops.
Police uphold the law - thus are judgement of your life's undertakings and generally cramp your style.
We exist to simply save life and protect property, and bonus - the boys look great doing it!
it's all in the uniform; the helmet and the all in one suit. something about that suit. something about being able to peel half of that suit off, to bare the chest while keeping the bottom half under wraps.
OH MY GOD I'M GETTING MYSELF TOO WORKED UP HERE
i once went to a party which was an F party. while i went as a Frenchwoman, there was a Fireman. he was a guy who is usually very VERY unremarkable. that night, it was like he had morphed into mr sexy. it was like every woman wanted to rip his clothes off.
tip to all you men struggling to get a root out there. have a uniform party and see what happens.
and bevis, i'm surprised you missed sherriff's pun. it's been so long you've forgotten to look for them?
by the way, fits, cooked your soup today. but without the gin. it was lunchtime you know. it's a winner.
What a pleasing thought, MG. I have been dining out on that particular soup all day.
p.s. Firewoman - you and your brethren are welcome here at RYWHM.
Particularly your brethren.
They're very welcome.
VERY. WELCOME.
Msfits
I'll let the crew know..
and believe me I understand your fascination -look where mine got me...Riding in big red trucks with my gorgeous boys...
I even have an antique brass helmet at home for the fella (of the moment) - so he can save me for a change.
Here's to living the dream....
oh, now you're just teasing.
Firemen viewed in their natural environment of the stationhouse are like a perfect little family. They all cook together while someone lays the table, then they sit down for din-dins and then share the washing up. Then some TV together, or a gym session. I don't think you could ever come between them & their crewmates, 'Fits, so it's all or none. Like all elite groups with a strong culture, they're pretty benevolently contemptous of normal people.
I still count picking up a young firefighter in his prime as one of the finest moments of my twenties (and they aren't even over yet). And then when I saw him in uniform later - sigh - i still hold a flame ...
That's IT. I'm setting my house on fire NOW. It'll be worth it right? For the hot firemen? Right?
I was getting out of a tram on Collins Street once and a firetruck pulled up at the lights. Standing on the step of the tram I was at eye level with four of the most beautiful men who had ever lived, wearing tight light blue tshirts. They were all looking at me and smiling with a "Yeah, you know it" in their eyes.
FIREMEN!
F I R E M E N !!
Oh dear. I'm coming over all queer at the thought of a truckload of fireman... *swoons*
GIVE ME AN EFF!!
Dear Ms Fits,
Your last couple of posts have shown an obsession with football and firemen.
Perhaps you should go to Punt Rd Oval this weekend when a team of firemen take on a team of coppers.
May you find what you are looking for.
I was in the CFA for a summer. As non-professionals, they failed to give us sexyness.
Hehe, never much been one for uniforms myself -- but let's hope you're never caught in a fire, for the sake of the firemen who come to your rescue...
Ms Fits,
My beloved went along for the politics, stayed for the firemen.
here's her guets (photo!) post about said firemen...
Fire UP! @ the RALLY!
sigh
thomasr
GIVE ME AN EYE
What's next?
"GIMME AN ARR(SE)"?
I think you ladies (and gentlemen) need to go have a lie down. You're making a spectacle -- SPECTACLE! -- of yourselves.
And no, I didn't miss the pun; of course I didn't. But drawing attention to it would have cheapened Sherriff's efforts. It was brilliant work and I didn't want to come across as a silly little child trying to point out that I got his joke.
I'm not having a go at you here, MG.
Anyway, I'm off. I got a job as a fireman today after reading this post (and the reaction it spawned). I'm on the night shift.
SHIFT!
Err, sorry ...
FIREMAN!
SPAWNED!
I mean... erm...
FIREMEN!
by the way fits. not only did i serve your soup for lunch yesterday, the recipe was requested, and duely emailed in the evening.
so this may be a blogger first. there is a recipe out there, given to a person, who has no idea who ms fits is, and it's called Ms Fits' Ham and Vegie Soup.
soup up, people. it is a fully soup soup.
[whispers]
give me an eeee
Doesn't sound to me like any of you girls need an 'e' at this point.
All these steamy crotches... dammit, I thought teacher was the right choice! You lied to me, Sting!
Soup with gin?!?!?!?
ms fits
have you seen any episodes of "rescue me" from the US with Dennis Leary as a troubled NYC fireman? interested in your review if so...
http://qualityweenie.mu.nu/archives/Firemen.jpg
Quick! Some one douse her fire for Christsake!
FIREMEN!
(Sorry, I am not sure how to do the linky thing in comments)
FIREMEN!
Actually knowing a fireman who is a little arrogant, in the way he knows all women want him, puts me off a little. Not entirely.
As I live beyond the metro limits my chances of getting a hot CFA fireman to rescue me from a burning building is severely decreesed anyway.
Also do not neglect the ambos.
I am seriously considering breaking someones leg or shooting them in the arm just so i can get them to come out and visit.
Surely, you would want some sort of condition that requires mouth to mouth from the Ambos. Try drowning in your bath tub, but remember to call first as phones don't work well underwater.
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