I've been asked some questions in my time.
A few years ago an elderly gentleman made a bee-line for me as I was standing in a bus stop. He ran as best as he could with a carrier bag of shopping in each hand, shouting for my attention.
"Musical director, musical director" was his last puffs. "I need to know something. Can you play a trumpet with false teeth?"
I cried with laughter for hours, I couldn't even acknowledge him.
Fergie without his trophies or Fergie with them. Hmmm. I'll have to spend some time deciding on this.