Whistlestop

Playing pubs in London's East End, he was a popular speciality act - a one-man band. All the usual instruments were attached in ingenious ways that would've delighted Heath Robinson. What differentiated Maurice though was his nose whistles, one per nostril, and the fact that his 'trumpet' required no gadgetry, it was God-given.

A phenomenon.... until one day his wife gave him black bean stew. He was OK until the trumpet solo. The unusually huge build up and blast from below prompted a Newtonian equal and opposite reaction.

The nose whistles shot out. Two fatalities... and a deadly smell.