I was at a pub session, where one of the players had left a new Martin 28LD Lonnie Donegan signature guitar propped up in the centre of the room.

A bass guitar player walked into the middle of the playing arena, bearing a pint of Guinness, and tripped over his own amplifier lead. The pint of Guinness left the glass and described a beautiful ballistic arc, straight into the soundhole of the Lonnie Donegan guitar. The howl of agony from its owner and several others present was quite harmonic.

Oddly, we all thought that the guitar always sounded more mellow afterwards.