It feels good that I'm not putting too much pressure on myself to post a certain number of blogs per month anymore. I had a good run of consecutive months with 20+ scribblings, but that record has well and truly gone now, and I'm not too bothered.
Quality is more important than Quantity, after all. (I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere and that it's accepted as being pretty wise).
Anyway - to end the month of April - here are some more thoughts and observations I have scribbled down while watching the snooker this week. If you've been watching it too, you might get something from this; if you're not a snooker fan, it's pointless reading on...
Judd Trump always looks like he's being told off by a teacher and is about to cry.
In about 20 years time, Stuart Bingham will look exactly like Winston Churchill.
John Higgins looks like every new-born baby I've ever seen.
If Mark Williams and Deputy Dawg had a baby together, it would grow up to be Judd Trump.
I really will miss writing ball-based puns for my blog titles when the World Championships ends on Monday.
40% of the Crucible audience seems to have a cough. Are they just trying to get noticed on the telly???
Ronnie O'Sullivan looks like an owl that's trying not to sneeze.
In another life, I would consider being a snooker ref.
I like the spunky, short, blonde ref because she's like the worst headteacher you ever had - every two minutes she's having a go at someone in the crowd for making too much noise. 'Put that drink down!', 'Stop eating sweets!', 'Don't rustle that paper!'. If I was there, I'd be terrified to breathe.
It's a bit boring seeing the same old players in the semi-finals. Next year I'm all-in for a Bingtao/McGill final.
RC 30-4-22
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