The torch was plastic sewer pipe, with clear plastic discs at each end, held together by three threaded rods running through the housing. I switched it on, pointed the lamp at my face to check that I had light, dropped my arm and heard this boom. Suddenly the housing was hanging from my wrist by its strap, flying around. My pants were covered with acid, there was a mess of red plastic at my feet (the former battery). The rear cover of the torch we found 20 metres away. The front cover and lamp we couldn’t find.
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