I wasted large chunks of my childhood playing pool and unlike learning how to make apple crumble, it’s a skill that’s come in handy throughout my adult life. I once started a new job and was invited into a pool tournament in the first week: I made it to the final, trouncing five men along the way. The women whooped and the men muttered, complimentary things I’m sure. I haven’t seriously played pool in around five years but this week I decided to return to action. Would my cue action flow once more or would I be bouncing out of pockets at every opportunity, the white ball making a break for freedom across the shiny wooden floor? It was time to step up to the baize… Continue reading » “Return Of The Pool Shark”