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I sat up with Ted to watch the final session of the snooker last night. He describes it as the most pulsating night of sport you can have in Spring. I can describe it in just three words:
Yawn
Yawn
Yawn
If this is the pinnacle of snooker combat then I hate to think how badly they play in the smaller tournaments. The highest break I can remember was a 57, which is roughly the number of hours that each frame was taking to complete. All they seemed interested in was leaving the white ball 'tight to the cushion' and they spent more time prancing around the table like male models on a catwalk than actually leaning over the sodding thing and playing. At one point I genuinely wanted to die rather than watch any more of it. In the end, I just fell asleep in the armchair, waking up at 4.15am to an empty room and a purring cat. I still don't know who won. I made my way home as quietly as I could to find the remains of Hannah and Nathan's wine on the table. It was a nice looking bottle of red so I finished it, as a way of rinsing the dust of boredom out of my mouth. I haven't seen her so I don't know yet how the lunch date went. I can't imagine her day was worse than mine, unless Nathan died at the table or told her he's marrying a fella or something. You never know....
One saving grace from the evening - Beryl introduced me to olives stuffed with pimento.
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