"I lived in a wooden hut, (E-Lines) which had a coke stove with the chimney sticking out through the roof."
Ahrrg......remember those very well.
One winter evening in '67/8, whilst I was "entertaining" a lovely example of the local crumpet, a certain hooligan mate decided to climb on to the roof and drop a starting gun cartridge down the chimney. Took about two minutes for it to go off, blowing the front of the stove open - and she didn't notice!!!
Very liable to cause premature.......if not on ball!