Balls
Just to pre-empt any feverish gleeful anticipation or righteous indignation from anyone at the presentation of subject matter of a sexual nature, I hate to disappoint any and all of the above but there’s no sex involved in this bit. Neither, I regret to say, potentially disappointing an even greater number of people, is football of any description. The balls I’m thinking of are tennis balls. And no, that is not like a tennis elbow. Tennis balls, more specifically, as a metaphor for economic theory and ideology. So if this appears boring to anyone now would be a good time to go and order another beer, have sex in the toilets or go smoke crack in the bushes outside. Please be my guest. The other day I was running an activity for kids involving tennis balls. Running activities for kids is my job, it’s what I do for a living. This particular activity involved kids working together in groups of six people to build a functional catapult-style mini siege weapon and shoot ballistic...