Keith, who gets the music for our band Rapsquillion together, snuck in a page for a gig with, instead of '..the glory of his resurrection...', '...the glory of his red erection...'. On stage is not a good place to be confronted with something of that ilk!

The little chamber choir I sing with were doing something a few months back - can't remember what it was called, but there was a line in it 'Ah, said the cow....'. I'm sure that only our director and I realised how it sounded. The fact that most of the rest of the choir are pretty straight-laced made it even funnier until I could control it no longer and exploded into laughter along with the director, and couldn't get anywhere near the line for the rest of the evening.