Beerpot

Although the beerpot was not sunk in the floor, […] in other respects the conduct of the beerparty followed from past practice. As was appropriate, my 'brother', Maroa, 'opened' the beerpot before anyone started to drink.

I tumbled onto the sawdust in a tangle of arms and legs with my left fist gripped around my beerpot struggling to keep it vertical. Some beer was spilt, I admit: not a lot.