In Cheltenham: Ash the flame thrower

Ash by name....Ash by nature.

I met Ash the flame thrower today. We had a manic day, missing things. My mum missed her train. We missed putting a ticket on the car. It all came together somehow in the end.

The children were mesmerised by Ash and his flame throwing. I asked him if he ever got burnt fingers. He said hardly ever. I wondered whether the fear of being burnt makes Ash more perfect at his throwing job. He is clearly a great performer, but this juggling with fire is like trying to not miss things in life and trying not mess up a plan. Perhaps the fear of getting your fingers burnt is the best way to success!

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