>Water’n pool

>Its never rains here, it pours. Having just run back through the eye piercing umbrellas wed by the Dawn of the Dead (Koreans) , I feel relieved to say the least. as i will be when i leave. little things make a difference, like slippers or drinkable water or pies.

Played some pool yesterday in honour of Buddha’s birthday. Looked for a pie to raise to the big man but alas, had to settle for a few beers. While peering over my book, secretly admiring the Irish girl, a stranger came in the bar. But he is no longer one. He couldn’t be. Forever etched on my mind to make me giggle. Armed with two cues (one for breaking, one for the delicate stuff), a half glove, a scowl and some big pants, he proceeded to entertain for at least half a day with cue throwing, moaning, sulking and all round poor sportmanship. The guy was, is and forever will be, rubbish at pool. I beat him, what more evidence do you need?

Though have been playing well of late. Beat a league guy four times in a row the other night. Unfortunately his wife then trounced me. Explaining his defeats to me, the German informed me that “his wife and I play different styles.” I know I shouldn’t have but I replied with the evitable “Thats right. She plays well and you play badly.” I got me coat with a giggle.


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