And not many people know that! Last summer a wrote a concerto. Accounting for pitch, rhythm and tempo, I threw in quavers, semiquavers, demisemiquavers, hemisemiquavers and demihemisemiquavers. It took the whole of the summer to write because I chose to play all the musical instruments myself. What I ended up with was two and a half minutes of what I like to call, breaking bad. To my credit, my Flatulent Concerto only had one bum note in it!