Trippin’

A couple of days ago I fell over on a flat pavement. I didn’t trip over anything except myself. No drink involved, although I was heading to the pub for the football.

And though it would definitely have been funny to watch (especially that little jerky dance you do, as though to prove to people that falling on your face was actually part of the plan) I managed to come away with a hole in my trousers and the skin off my kneecap.
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The thing is I regularly walk in the hills and forests on uneven surfaces. I jump over fences and run down hills. I tie my laces with my foot off the ground for crying out loud. I pride myself on my balance.

But a flat surface, walking along fairly normally, did for me. Perhaps I was a little bit ahead of myself in my head. A bit rushed maybe.

I don’t know.

But the next time I’m in front of an audience, playing a song that I know backwards, I’m going to be that little bit more alert and focussed.