Snookered

iTunes' party shuffle is playing: Freda (With The Naturally Curly Hair) - Vince Guaraldi Trio - Jazz Impressions Of A Boy Named Charlie Brown

There's this friend of mine who plays pool as poorly as I do. Our philosophy behind our game (or lack of) is 'the path of least resistance'. We can make the cue ball miss every damn thing except the pockets. We can make a coin-operated pool game last half an hour if we played each other. But he has a theory. He believes that the game of pool (and possibly, snooker) is the domain of Bengs and their molls. The better you are at it, the Benger you are. Or Lianer, for that matter. He goes further: If you are good at pool, you are likely to be: 1) Homophobic, or don't have any gay friends 2) Good with cars, or at least think that a great car is one that cannot clear a speed bump 3) Not very well read 4) A soccer fan 5) An avid gambler 6) Really fast at SMSing 7) Prone to putting emphasis on the wrong syllable when saying 'Lavender Street'. My friend said a coupla things more, but I think he's just jealous he can't really play pool. 'Cos the wife, who plays a reasonably mean game at times, isn't much of a Lian, really. And neither is the sweetie who whipped mine and the boys' arses at pool last night, though she does drive good. "...for those viewers with black and white televisions, the blue ball is behind the pink one..."