Alright this time Vickers wanted to run the reverse of the pitch. He leaned forward again to get his broom to accelerate, flying a good distance across the greens before banking left. And that’s where he encountered a bit of a hitch.

Either he leaned too suddenly or the broom was magnifying the defect of his left ear—it suddenly banked sharply, flipping him to his side and nearly throwing him off. ”Ahhhhh!” he yelped as he struggled to hold onto his broom, criss-crossing his legs up the shaft. Oh great, this is just perfect. This is why he sticks to bird-watching. He struggled to get himself back onto his broom, gritting his jaw as he pulls himself right side up.