I'll tell you the rest of the story then.
A mini pickup has a VERY small cab, and my friend Kenny came and picked me up one VERY cold winters night, then we drove to Buxton to pick up another friend (Nog) - Buxton is one of the highest towns in England, and always cold.
Now the heater in this car was completely non-functional, and by the time we got to Buxton we were freezing, but Nog came out and brought a gas bottle and blowtorch (he was a plumber). I slid across to the middle of the car, with the gear lever and handbrake between my legs, Nog got in the passenger seat, turned the gas bottle on and lit it. We had a nice warm car, with a long blue flame across the dashboard
We then drove back to where I came from, Birchover, and went to the Druid Inn for a pint - when we came back out it was even colder, Kenny climbed in the drivers seat, I slid across 'impaled' round the gear lever again, and Nog slid in the passenger seat.
Nog struck a match, held it up, and turned the gas on - but it was so cold it spat liquid propane out of the torch - all over the dash board of the car, igniting as it passed over the match.
Kenny bailed out the drivers side, Nog bailed out the passenger side, and there was me stuck either side of the gear lever going nowhere
Luckily the flames soon went out, with no harm done, and it demisted and defrosted the windscreen faster than anything I've ever seen.