The joy of chucking little wooden blocks around
It cannot have escaped the notice of readers of even this most refined of journals that once again the country is enjoying and enduring a legendary summer of sport. As happens every year, there is a World Cup of this, a grand prix of that and a nail-biting tie breaker of something or other. It takes a brave man, or a foolhardy one, to toss his quoit into this bubbling cauldron of balls, especially when the quoit in question is a stick of sustainable, though not inflammable, Finnish wood. But cometh the hour, cometh the memoir. Neil Squires’s amusing account of his year on the Mölkky circuit offers a salutary reminder that he who dares usually loses. Organised sport is notorious for its financial misdeeds, doping scandals and political usefulness.
