Ahh! Barbies bring back fond memories for me. I had a built-in job and I thought I'd cook myself a couple of kebabs because the wife was out for the day. I had trouble getting it going using firelighters so I ignored all common sense and added a little model aircraft fuel to the mix. The effect was spectacular and instant. Within a couple of seconds, I was turned into a raging fireball as the can exploded which also set my garden shed on fire and melted a plastic air grill on next door's house. I was wearing a polyester polo shirt which stuck to me and my hair caught alight. I got the shirt off, put my hair out and ran upstairs into the bath and turned on the shower. My neighbours called the fire brigade and managed to put out the flames before they arrived.
When my OH arrived home she was confronted by the devastation in the garden so she came to the hospital to see me sitting up in a bed "looking like ET" and found it hilarious. I spent a week in hospital bandaged up like a mummy and 5 weeks off work. No permanent damage fortunately. I also got a telling-off for letting the fireman up the stairs in his boots!
The oddest thing is that wen I inspected the damage, not only were the kebabs uncooked, the firelighters were still there.
I no longer have a barbie

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.