Fired up

... or toast, if my time as a warden at university was anything to go by.

Don't get me wrong, I certainly prefer an over-sensitive alarm to being burned to a crisp. However, the novelty of meeting your elderly neighbours at 11pm and bonding over how rubbish the fire alarm is only goes for so many rounds.

I weighed up becoming a fire marshall at work, until I realised that it'd make me one of the last people to exit the building.