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At number one, though, because this was entirely my fault, was the Folk Mass at the Cambridge Catholic Chaplaincy when the folk group was going through a particularly bad patch and its orchestra consisted of two guitars, a flute and trombone. There is something inherently funny about the sound a trombone makes, particularly when it is attempting to accompany a group of people chanting the Kyrie... and I started to laugh. Worse, every time I held my breath and regained some self-control, the bwah bwah bwaaaaah sound would start up again. I eventually fled the church, tears streaming down my face, not quite quickly enough to prevent a Mexican wave-style ripple of giggles along my pew. I crept back halfway through the Gloria, feeling thoroughly ashamed of myself and prayed the wretched trombone would not start up again. It did.