Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Snooker - and BALLS!
Last night I had the privilege of travelling down to Sheffield with my friend Daniel to watch a session of the World Snooker Championship.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that, when we got there, Dagenham Dave was waiting to greet us (he's the t*** in the hat, if it's not already obvious).
Thankfully his seat was on the other side of the arena from us, although I could still see him out of the corner of my eye throughout. It kind of spoilt the whole experience for me.
And let's talk about Olympic tickets.
Did you get your application in?
Were you conservative in your choices or did you go a bit mad?
I've been reading stories of some individuals who, if all their picks come in, will find £2,000 coming out of their accounts only weeks from now.
What pussies they are.
In for a penny, in for £3,181.48 - that's what I say.
Because that's how much I'll have to pay if I get all I've asked for.
Needless to say I haven't actually got that kind of money, and I don't expect to sleep much between now and my next bank statement.