Oh Lord now for confessions, I was a paid guest at a folk club in the early 1970's and, having listened to all the floor singers whom I thought were all ten times better than me, got very drunk to calm my nerves. When I got up to sing the organiser asked if it was ok to make a tape recording, I said ok. Anyway my leg was shaking so much I sat on a piano at the back of the stage as I was singing a microphone cellotaped to to a bamboo garden cane appeared from behind me, there was someone laid in the gap between the wall and the stage with this contraption, I laughed so much I leaned back and the piano fell on him, didn't get my money and gave up performing for many a long year, the poor chap broke his hip.