I have fallen into my annual trap of becoming engrossed by the World Snooker Championships, even though it is the most tedious 'sport' to watch on Earth. You have to give the schedulers credit for putting it on at this time on year. I don't know why, but when it's a beautiful Spring day - so you can have the windows open, but it's not quite warm enough to sit outside in your shorts - a long, drawn-out game of snooker on the telly just seems like the perfect way to spend the day.
I hope Anthony McGill goes on to win it. He looks like a chummy sort of cove, and the kind of chap that, were my sexual orientation different, I might find myself thinking about in the shower.
RC 21-4-22
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