The Chair part 2

Once, during an English lesson on the motivations for Macbeth's murderous spree (emphasising, incidently, just how much blood is spilt) a pupil, riled by my benign yet enthusiastic delivery, I supposed, picked up a chair and threw it at me.

For a while, its metal legs and brittle plastic seat hung on a perfect parabola in the strip-lit classroom.

Then I reached up and caught it by a leg, gently returning it to the ground whilst continuing to explore Macbeth's bloody denoument. The class were quiet.

It remains the coolest thing I have ever done, the very peak of my career.