I just got back from a really cool early evening. As well as the Saturday afternoon sessions, there is also a powerchair football practice session at four on Thursdays. I went along today with Matt. I want more footage for my powerchair football film, as I’m not really happy with my first attempt. It turned out to be a great, great session: we actually played a game today rather than just practicing skills, which I suspect wielded some great footage. My skill at the game is also coming on in leaps and bounds, and I can now hit the large inflated ball with some accuracy.

Part of the way through the session, though, my mind flipped back to the last time I hit things around sports halls. Back at school I used to love playing unihock with my class. Whacking a small orange puck around the wooden floor of the school hall was how the eight of us let off steam. We got quite skilled at it. What I didn’t realise at the time was it was probably also a way for my classmates to let off steam. Over in Woolwich earlier, I was struck by an idea: could I now use those old unihock sessions for the basis of some kind of story, either as prose or on screen? Eight or nine severely disabled adolescents letting their frustrations with the world out on a hockey puck could well be a story worth telling.