I threw weights with Sonny Bill the other day. Not heavy weights, mind you. Not big, burly, body-building slabs of steel like you see the 'roided guys with the veiny necks straining and squatting over at the gym.
No, they were mediocre lumps of plastic, these weights.
Girls' weights. I discovered them in the laundry of a female friend's apartment.
They reminded me of weights you used to see sitting lame and unsold at jumble sales.
Anyway, Sonny Bill threw them happily enough. We were filming a story for Seven Sharp and I'd been a bit nervous about asking him to have some fun and take the mickey but actually he was a total sport and came into his own on camera.