The other day I played a game of snooker against myself and realised something’s not quite right, apart from the fact that with my glasses I struggled to see the long range shots, playing against yourself isn’t that much like life, or it is if you are an isolated, paranoid, and slightly confused person, but it did give me time to think.
The entrance to the old snooker club in Sleaford
I tried to imagine I was playing someone else, my old PE teacher Mark Wallington, former world champion Steve Davis, or my old friends and rivals I used to play against at Sleaford’s Snooker Club. Those were the days… as I progressed and managed a break of 10 (red blue red green) I realised how hard snooker, and indeed life is and that life is more complex than a game of snooker against myself… I had to try and play against everyone, perhaps everyone I’ve ever met.
Sleaford Cinema and Snooker Club before it became Flicks Nightclub before it became derelict
