Earlier this year, a London design agency filled a gallery with plastic balls and invited the public to come and play in it, for free. Great idea, except for the whole "open to the general public" part. Fun is not other people.



I decided I should re-create this stunt, except in my flat and without inviting anyone else.

"Why?" colleagues asked when I told them. "Because WHY THE FUCK NOT!" I shouted, wide eyed and maniacal.

What is the point of growing up if you can't do all the dumb things you couldn't do as a child? As this XKCD comic strip proves, it's literally the only benefit of adulthood.

Peter Pan had it wrong. Grow up, get a job, and funnel that money into a variety of juvenile and completely impractical stunts. Better yet, get your job to pay for it.

I'm 32. I pay my taxes. I vote. And this week I turned my flat into a ball pool.

Here's how I did it.