Snookered
I always used to be quite shit at pool but I've been playing quite a bit over the last few months, the girlfriend doesn't drink much so you have to do something else to pass the time in a bar/pub. I wouldn't say im good but then again I wouldn't say im shit, I can usually pot a ball on the break and I can manage a few tricky shots. Saying that, im always fucked when it comes to awkward cueing.So the other day we'd been playing pool for an hour and fancied something a bit different, we'd both seen the snooker on telly recently so thought 'Why not try a game of snooker?'. So we handed in the balls for pool and requested to use a Snooker table. We went upstairs and the music and general background noise of chatting immediately fell away and we were in a dark, fuck off room which apart from the sound of balls clicking against each other was silent.
I have a new level of respect for snooker players, it took us roughly an hour and twenty minutes to finish one set in which I won with a hugely underwhelming final score of twenty eight to twenty four. We didn't count fouls, fuck knows what the score would have been if we had, we'd probably both have had centuries. I've never felt such a cunt as when I was setting out the balls and was unsure how yellow, green and brown went. Just so you know... I fucked it up. And when the girlfriend asked 'After potting a red, can I pot another red if I want?' I could fucking feel a dozen smiling faces in the dark.
Im glad I gave it a go but I think it'll be a while before I play again. The next Marco Fu I ain't.
