I can date this to some time in 1947, when I was five. I was at a local Labour Party meeting in South Devon with my mother, and pretty bored. The Chair asked me to come up on the platform and pick raffle tickets out of a container of some sort. Somehow I managed to overturn the container and all the tickets fell on the floor. The comrades were probably indulgently amused but I was mortified. What may seem surprising these days is what a huge heap of tickets there were. Attendance at branch meetings must have been better then.