'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Hehehehehe...

Well, it was near the end of the Spring term, IIRC, and everyone in the flat got to bed late. There was an almighty thunderstorm early the next morning (to the point that it woke me up about six am). As I was sat there at my PC, further sleep being denied by the rolling thunder, there was a mighty sizzling *crunch*, and the display on my monitor danced for a moment. I had just enough time to think "wtf?" before the fire alarms started ringing.

All of them. Every alarm in East Slope.

Everyone filed out in their PJs and binbags, in the forlorn hope of not getting wet in what was by now fairly substantial rain. The firefolk turned up and used their key to reset the alarms. This state of affairs lasted all of a second, before they went off again. They eventually had to be powered off at source, and the kitchen gas supply turned off so that we hopefully wouldn't start any fires before the system was repaired.

Later that day, we found a charred, blackened patch on the ground right behind the highest flat on the hill. AFAIK, the fire alarm control circuitry (housed on the wall of said flat) was pretty much slagged and had to be replaced.

It was, as you can probably guess, a great deal of fun :)