Every time I fluffed a line Lenny got me out of trouble with a brilliant ad-lib.

It is a bright, brilliant morning. Washing hangs on the line in the front yard of the family home; shoes are neatly stacked; there is a satellite dish; sparrows flit past a trailing vine.

The line that separates the mediocre from the brilliant, and the invisible from the "break-out superstar" is thin, but has the potential to be emotionally overwhelming once crossed.