So I was in this pub with my brother,
in Eastbourne I think, playing pool.

Now I'm unbelievably bad at pool, and my brother is (or was) only very slightly better. So he defeats me comprehensively ... possibly only because I accidently sunk the black too early or something. We play again, mainly just to pass the time.

Only now there's a third customer in the pub, and he takes a keen interest.

So then he wanted to play the winner (ie. not me), and took about 90 seconds to clean up the table. And so stood there, cue in hand, proud and victorious.

But neither me nor my brother wanted to waste our money playing him, and his self-serving winner's priority rule, even though another game might have been nice. What? Pay a couple of quid to get mercilessly thrashed in short order? Not bloody likely.

So (Hooray!) he was king of the table. But I'm not sure anyone would have been impressed. Well, after we left there was exactly no-one to impress... the barman was in a different room.

In my head he stands there still, proud and victorious, awaiting all challengers ... in an empty pub.

And I'm still rubbish at cue/table based games.
(haberman is singing in the changes, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 16:31, Reply)