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I remember a big fire at the Rankine Building at Glasgow Uni in, I think, 1986. A few of us were drinking in the early hours in the GUU and were alerted by the sound of some of the windows blowing out. We raised the alarm and the fire brigade arrived and told us to evacuate the building. By this stage the Rankine was well alight, and more and more fire engines were arriving (I counted 15 at one point). We were standing on the far side of University Avenue, but could still feel the heat on our faces. They thought at the time some folk had been working after hours and were trapped, although it turned out that wasn't the case, but I'll never forget the sight of firemen at the top of extending ladders trying to get the fire under the control in the face of explosions which we were told were compressed gas cylinders blowing up. I might have had a wee boy's admiration for them before then, but I've certainly had an adult's admiration for them since.