Re: I sat on it.
Oh God, Furryanimal, I cringe every time I think of it!!
Imagine the scene. 1988 and it was The local Publicans Annual Ball. (He who must obey and I used to have a Pub).
On the top table which seated about 20. sat the Mayor, the Mayoress, the Chief Constable, etc etc.
All of our long tables then led off from the top table (about a dozen long tables).
He who must obey and my seat were right at the end, right in front of the Mayor and Mayoress.
So there was moi in all my finery, long evening dress with all the trimmings, HWMO in his James Bond outfit,
The dignitaries were already seated and just watching us as we took our seats on wooden chairs. They said hello to us, we said hello to them. HWMO pulled out the chair for me to sit down, I sat down trying to be as ladylike as I could, only for the bloomin chair to completely collapse like a pack of cards with the four legs going in every direction and me sat on the floor! MORTIFIED was the only word I can describe!
didn't know whether to just sit there, cry and pretend I was hurt to save my dignity, or just get up and laugh it off. I plonked for the second, was helped up complete with a crimson face (which did not go well with Emerald Green dress) and joined in with everyone having a chuckle at my expense.
A replacement chair was brought over and apologies all around, but I could see the dignitaries trying their hardest not to laugh. (we all know what it's like). My God, I couldn't concentrate on the meal or hear anything that was being said to me. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up,
I WAS M O R T I F I E D!!
I wouldn't mind but I only weighed about 8.1/2 stone back then, so it definitely wasn't my weight that did the deed!
I often think - It was Sod's Law. Hundreds of bums on hundreds of seats that night. Why Me? and in front of all those important people. GROAN, CRINGE.