Kick back in a few enlightened parks this past summer and wherever the frisbee and the juggler's club flew, you stood a good chance of being winged by a small leathery sack. About 15 years ago, indulging in an eternal game of `keepy up' with the hacky sack reportedly became a near Xen-like experience for clean-livin', granola-eatin' types in the USA. Unfortunately, the UK, perhaps put off by the mundanity of its name or its Californian New Agey origins, proved immune to hacky sack fever. Whatever its ignominious past on these shores, there are growing signs that `the craze that never was' may yet still be.

Mike Higgins