A £180 soup triggers memories

An article in the Torygraph today reminded me of a nickname I was given at school following a track & field try-out. All the kids were shown the proper way to perform the approach, take-off and flight. I paid due attention to the Phys Ed teacher (ie none). My approach was fine, and so was take-off. It was the flight aspect that eluded me. Instead of flopping over the bar in the usual fashion, I pulled my legs into a cross-legged sitting position to clear the pole, and ended up on the mat, sat like a Buddha. It was henceforth known as doing a Buddha Jumps over the Wall.