Great Balls Of Fire

Whilst the rest of Canterbury was out in the cold, whizzing snowballs at each other, one loser and another pyjamafied dumbo joined their imaginative boredom - aka essay writing procrastination - in an effort to lift their spirits. In the comfort of their own lounge they took on the challenge of the GREAT BALLS OF FIRE. Armed with remarkably rolled paper balls, their own manufactured snowballs, they passionately aimed at their target of an empty PG Tips box, carefully positioned at an equi-distance from the two amazingly qualified participants. Tears of disappointment and shouts of joy filled the house as each ascended and descended the ladder of winner-hood. In the end, the loser took all - she swept the dumbo off the face of the earth with a smashing score of 12 to 11 and took on the hood of winnery, along with Robin's.

I lost. I wear the crown of losery.