My chair shame.

My chair shame.

Until last night it had been a while since I broke a chair. Having destroyed seating in Pete’s flat and two separate gites I should have realised my chair-breaking days were not behind me.

Last night I felt the chair go a while before the break ‘went public’. I thought it was simply that the crossbar had come out on one side, though, and continued to sit on it, just not moving very much. Unfortunately I was wrong – there was a great big crack at the top of one leg and leaning forward enthusiastically I caused it to break entirely. Cue one wrecked chair and one Tom sitting on his arse on the pub floor.

The staff – who could quite legitimately have blamed it on drunkenness and kicked me out – were very nice about it and found me another chair. I had drunk enough to not be properly shamefaced. I suppose in pub etiquette terms it’s similar to accidentally breaking a pint glass, but it’s a question of degree really.

Tom in Pumpkin Publog • 252 views