At boarding school I was delighted when they came up with a new sport called "throwing the ball". It was about seeing how far you could throw a cricket ball. It didn't matter what direction you threw it in, it was distance that counted. And I was good at it. And it was useful for being able to launch model aeroplanes and throw stones at my brothers. Tonight I excelled at spinning the wire wool. It didn't matter where: it was distance that counted again. So whilst I wasn't over enamoured with the composition of the shot I was chuffed I managed to throw some of the sparks out of the frame.
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