That was indeed (not a, but THE) Micca, and myself, recreating a diver's airpump in a vain attempt, via sympathetic magic, to reinflate Big Mick's . . . er . . . frontal attachment, which was visibly deflating and seemed unlikely to last the song. I hope he's grateful for our efforts - just imagine what Spaw would have said if Mick had ended the song with his horse collapsed around his ankles.