Goodbye, my friend.

That's it. The end. My loyalest friend, the swingball, finally gave in what little ghost was left today. It's had a tough life, filled with duct tape, superglue and alternate affection and violent rages from a thirteen year old boy who displays an alarming tendency to when the mood possesses him hit it with a bat. This will not be a long post, as surprising though it may seem, the recent departure of a swingball from this planet does not provide much writing material for your blogger. So this is me, paying my respects and apologising for all those times I thwacked it till it was dizzy. R.I.P.