I'm a bit notorious for knocking s**t flying. My most memorable

I was away working in Preston. On my down time I grabbed a copy of the times and Select magazine, went into the BHS cafe, got myself a large coffee, orange juice and a croissant, found a nice quiet corner and prepared for a nice half hour of civilised chilling.

I still don't really know what happened but some kind of involuntary arm flail sent the whole f**king lot flying everywhere. As I lept up to avoid the hot coffee I somehow dragged the soggy broadsheet and all the glass and porcelain to the floor with a loud crash. The whole place seemed to be rightly laughing at me.

I cleaned up and went back to the hotel in a strop.

Posted By: Captain Bligh, Nov 11, 10:21:15