Zilch, we would get plastic bags from the cleaners,
tie lots of knots in them then pin one end through a pie
tin on the ceiling and put a bowl of water beneath, lay down with your head next to the bowl, and light the bottom,when one of the knots melted off and came down it was like a flaming meteor right to your brain.
Zip.
Zip.
Zip.
Whoooooooooooosh!
Of course I don't do stuff like that now,
the retirement village has smokie detectors.
Bwhahahaha.
KIK....oops, typo for LOL...
retirement home. But you could tie those burning bags onto your wheel chairs and race down the hill...