My biggest balloon does its best to engulf me and I rise to the occasion, fending off its enveloping latex folds and fucking an apple balloon against its billowing flanks. An incredible experience and the last outing of this amazing balloon. It popped during a subsequent and undocumented inflation and while it will be missed I regret nothing about the limits I pumped it up to and the vigour with which I played with it. A pneumatic viking funeral for my fallen cumrade.