Snooker Loopy...

... nuts are we...

George has vowed to start going to the snooker hall on his own during the week to practice after once again falling to take a frame off me. Not that I was playing well you understand, just less poorly.

Playing snooker is always something of a nostalgia trip for me - I used to play once or twice a week as a teenager, getting the cue I still play with as a Christmas present over 20 years ago. It's a bit oomph it has to be said, a pure black Riley, with a carbon fibre wrapped lower shaft. These things were important as an adolescent.

Monday wasn't as bad as I'd feared, only four days to go to the weekend... ;)