That "speed up 'till you give up" lark can backfire.

It happened to Pete Coe one Sweeps Fest, Rochester, in the Eagle. Pete was playing button melodeon and an Irishman who had been enjoying himself so much he could hardly stand started making a nuisance of himself demanding some step-dancing tunes. After a bit of argy-bargy, it started. We all knew what was going to happen, didn't we?

So the Irishman seemed a little more stable (not a lot) once he was in motion rather than trying to stand still, and Pete Coe went up a gear - and the Irishman went up a gear, and I imagine the faster his feet went the less time he had to fall over between feet, 'cos he looked a little straighter, and so it went on until Pete Coe could play no faster and the Irishman's feet were a blur.

The Pete Coe stopped.

So did the Irishman.

Then, amidst a major round of applause, the Irishman fell over.