So after the other women of the group got over their disappointment that the firemen giving the talk weren't in their hard hats and protective overcoats (so many cliched fantasies, bet they involved poles), they actually turned out to be a bunch of pyromaniacs. How their eyes lit up at the prospect of being able to put out actual simulated fires with fire extinguishers. Our crappy coffee cup managed to leak coffee onto one of the firemen's shirts. He decided to take it off, wash it, dry it on the radiator and hang round in his vest in the meantime (fanning the girls fantasies, perhaps, he didn't really look much like the diet coke man, though, which perhaps saved him). Fire safety training is scary actually.