Huzzar! The Circus came last night with a certain member of our congregation jumping around like a loon. Apparently our departing landlord (only departing for his hols) tripped whilst pouring a pint and scooshed it in the direction of our unfortunate tumbler. At this point the customer decided that evasive action was required and went for a sychronised diving trophy on his own.
He has now decided to join the Moscow State Circus as a clown although we think he has more chance of being a newspaper reporter.