A mate did a similar thing one night back in the 70's spotty.
We were all mad cnuts on the snakes hiss and the hooter.
One of the the party tricks to impress the girls was the dance of the flaming arseholes.
Now you had to get a news paper and roll it up, then drop ya dacks and then climb up onto an irioning board and light the newspaper at both ends.
You were either gonna get a fried fried freckle or a fried pecka.
No problem.
Well the ol' mates sack started to get a bit tropical and he went arse up off of the irioning board and fcuked his knee.
Anyway, come Monday morning as he was clocking on for work, he had the big fall at the time clocks in front of all and sundry and workers comp covered him for the nasty accident.
Happy Days.