Started off my musical career playing Trumpet with the school brass band. I was one of three trumpeteers playing Herb Alpert's Spanish Flea while standing on stage at the yearly concert for all the 500 + parents.
The stage was a good 20 - 30 foot wide and we were spread as far apart from each other as possible, so a good clear area around each of us. As we were just about to start, my mates from the pit in front of me whispered up to me -
[size=1]"you're flying low" [/size]
[size=1][size=3]What ? [/size][/size]
[size=1][size=3][size=2]"you're flying low"[/size][/size][/size]
[size=1][size=3][size=2][size=3]What ?[/size][/size][/size][/size]
[size=1][size=3][size=2][size=3][size=5]You're flying low ![/size][/size][/size][/size][/size]
[size=1][size=3][size=2][size=3][size=5][size=2][size=3][size=4]The conductor is grinning as he waves the baton, one two, three.......[/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size]
The next day in registration, my form teacher reads out my name with the word "flies" between my forename and surname. Where's a hole in the floor when you need one ?
I was thirteen years old........
Just the first of an ongoing trail of banana skins and open manhole covers, with no end in sight yet