I just reckon pool is a piece of piss. Total lottery as regards where the balls ends up decides who wins. If I can get my hand down on the table with a proper cue it's rare I get thrashed at pool. I tend to get beat at pool in cramped bar rooms that aren't suitable with people sat up my arse with a cue that doesn't take any chalk.
Years ago, we used to go for a pint on Friday lunchtime to the Friendship in Gawber. We used to play pool on the 3/4 size snooker table. The old boy who use to take us inevitably slaughtered us young-uns, even though he couldn't properly see the other end of the table. He later told us he'd come 2nd in the RAF snooker championship during the war (WW2). Thinking back, 2 or 3 quick pints, blind as a bat; he really shouldn't have been driving us down there from Broadway. TWTD
The tactical side of pool is easier to Grasp if you are understand Snooker. Going the other way is a huge Learning curve.
Hats off to anybody who can play snooker. I was fairly decent at pool but snooker...rubbish. My mate is decent but then he did grow up with a full size snooker table and a mum who was going out with, if I recall correctly, Bill Werbeniuk. He used to have regular nights where Bill would invite the likes of Ray Reardon and Dennis Taylor etc round for a few frames and a drink or two.
Well I bet that was interesting and would certainly help. My Dad played from a very young age and used to take me from being around 8 to either the snooker club or the working mens. I remember having a little step i used to carry round the table to play off. I'm also fairly good with the rest as a result of not being able to reach. We used to set up different practice routines and he would make me do them over again until I Improved. I did enjoy it but perhaps wouldn't have stuck with it but for the fact I loved spending time with my Dad.
Me too. Even more so that the gentleman in question considers himself to be merely "quite good" at chess! I was planning on playing him but then Covid struck. I'm going to try next time I'm in St Petersburg. I played another bloke there who trained with the old masters in the 80's and he was insanely good. Absolutely strangled me positionally until I had no moves left apart from shuffling my rook from side to side. Even more impressive, he consumed a bottle and a half of wine during the game, whereas I was driving!
According to my calculations, "forty" is not merely the first number to have all its letters in alphabetical order, but the only one.
