Back in the 70's I ran a mobile disco and we used flash pots ( the gizmo that causes the big flash and smoke puff at pop concerts of the day). Anyway --- the almighty flash you see on stage uses about 1/2 teaspoonful of magnesium oxide powder.
I was filling one of these (against all H&S regs -- entirely my fault) from a pot the size of a jam jar, when some unknown plonker plugged the gizmo in and flicked the ingite button !!!!
I literally went up like a roman candle -- apparently the scream was heard for miles

Anyway, once I had got over the initial shock I organised someone to carry on running the show (the show MUST go on!!) and asked a mate to give me a lift to the casualty department. By all accounts I was still smoking when I walk through the door.
Then all hell let loose -- I was surrounded by medics and shot full of drugs -- from then on I was as happy as Larry (although I did cuss when they tried to cut off my brand new shirt!!).
I was transferred on blues and twos to the specialist burns unit at Frenchay and got a little belligerent with "Sister" when she wouldn't explain what they were doing ... swift injection and I woke up two days later !!!!!!
After all that it still didn't hurt ---- until they wanted to change the dressings !!!! Never felt pain like it !!!! Every day they had to clean the wounds and scrape off dead tissue --- as The Boy would put it --- it DID tingle a bit !!!

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The scars remained rather tender for several years -- I even beat Michael Jackson to wearing one glove all the time ( except mine was greenish leather!).
30 years later the scars have all but disappeared -- the hair never grew back, but I am as handsome as I ever was
