Last night DP was cooking some belly pork and was looking for some wine to make a sauce. After finding no wine he decided to cook the pork in Jack Daniels (!)
Ok, I thought, let him experiment. Should I warn him to be careful? Nah, I thought, he's a grown man and perfectly responsible, I'll leave him to it.
Ten minutes later there was a shriek from the kitchen and DP comes running through to the lounge, minus the hair on his right arm (and smelling of that horrible burnt-hair smell!), complete with bemused look, shouting 'You didn't tell me Jack Daniels was flammable!!'.
Muppet.