I am on holiday in Italy or Spain, and I visit a small village. There is a piano-playing contest taking place. First to play is the village impresario, champion and tall-man. He plays wonderfully. I am next to go, and I bash out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. For some reason, I win, and I feel bad about it, because the amiable old man was the village piano player, and also much better than me. I also appeared to be taller than him. Anyway, I return home, and am summoned to the prize ceremony, before which I discover that entrants to the competition may only be fourteen years old or younger.