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What in the name of Bonaparte’s balls is this fellow doing now?

In my inexperienced-at-juggling opinion, five minutes is a ruddy long time to stand repeatedly throwing balls up into the air, catching them and throwing them up again. I can barely stand up straight for five minutes without falling over, let alone juggle at the same time. I mean, have you seen my hand-eye co-ordination?

Anyway, I’ve got over a month to crack this circus act, but I’ve already spent three ish hours tonight learning the basics. And I have to say that I’ve picked it up surprisingly quickly.

Aside from the obvious practise, it also provided me with something to do whilst waiting for The Bill. Furthermore, it means that when I start my training proper things will be easier.

I’m thinking something like this:

“Take Sick Boy, for instance, he came off junk at the same time as me, not because he wanted to, but just to annoy me, just to show me how easily he could do it, thereby downgrading my own struggle.” - Trainspotting (1996)