Baize of glory*

It was Rossy-Boy's turn today. Friends since we were five, it doesn't takes long to get straight back into that comfort zone that time never seems to diminish.

Pizza, snooker (highest break of the day was a rather embarrassing 14) and pool (once we'd had enough of just how shit we were at snooker) at The Angle Club, which at £5.50 per hour, is miles cheaper than it was last year.

Later, I took a stroll up Arthur's Seat before grabbing a couple of pieces of cheesecake (one for Mum) from the Tesco round the corner which had to wait to be demolished (the cheesecake, not Tesco) until the obligatory fixing of the TV and Freeview box was taken care of. (I'm beginning to think they do it on purpose just to make me think I'm useful to have around.)

*Alternative title welcomed.