right then, arse over heels...CHECK...

in view, the REVerend Jimenez broadening a sheepish grin behind the yellow helmet with the scoot laying astray, as Jim Brunton comes over to inspect, and Wade Britt practices his stratospheric launches with no minding of my stupid pet tricks tumble that did not require the masses to come pray for my soul...for as Wade says, no blood, no foul...