We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "The Medway Handyman"
saying something like:

Letting go of the cable was. It started to disappear back through the hole.
I'd inadvertently lifted the chandelier off the hook.

An almighty crash followed, then a series of crashes. They were the sounds
of the chandelier hitting the banisters, then bouncing down the stairs.

Fark.
LOL!