Impeccably timed, I had just taken a swig of beer when I felt the first ticklings of a sneeze. I panicked, and it was decided by some take-charge part of my brain that the beer should remain in the mouth whilst the rest of the head, throat and sinuses prepared for Sneezecon Red. In 3 … 2 … 1 … CHU!
It’s a miracle! A god-damned miracle! The sneeze went out the nose, somehow completely bypassing the beer in my mouth! SUCCE