A bizarre game which seemed to take up most of our time when we were eleven. It involved two of us grabbing a hand each of our friend Ali, who became Ali Bugger for reasons best known to himself, and as you may have guessed, launching him as hard as we could by running at full speed and then letting him go.
Far from quickly tiring of this game, Ali Bugger always insisted we play it and ended up striving to make his next fall more spectacular than the last. Plans for the following launch became tactical sessions in morning lessons and analysis of failed launches in afternoon lessons. I believe the others involved are now working on the North Korea missile project.