Last night I went to the SU after a lot of persuasion to get my housemate to join me.
We ended up playing pool all night, not to make a massive point of it, but I didn't lose a game all night, just saying. It was probably to do with the blood-alcohol ratio of my opponents by comparison to mine, the self assigned designated driver.
Also, I have never laughed so much at one game of pool in my life as that of my difficult-to-persuade housemate and my other housemate's missus. It's fair to say I fell on my arse laughing and why?
He played the worst shot in the history of the game. Many can vouch for this; however I am keen to make a point of it myself that he let the pressure get to him, and this made me laugh. Probably harsh, but oh well, do I care? No.
Also, did I mention that I didn't lose a game all night?
