Anyway..... the other night i sat down in my favourite armchair with a nice mug of tea plus a few bourbons and watched that Alex 'whirlwind' Higgins tribute thingy. I wasn't expecting it to be up to much as those ''Oh wasn't he great'' ....'' they broke the mould'' .... '' he was a one off'' ... type shows always seem to fall short of the mark. But this one didn't....
Most people who were alive in the early eighties are probably all dead by now [those that aren't, i'll out-live you all, even if it kills me] but this programme brought back lots of fond memories for myself. The late, late night snooker matches with the whole family squeezed into the kitchen to keep warm [no fancy central heating in them days i tell you]. All of us straining our mince-pies looking at our Phillips 18'' colour portable with .... wait for it.... a remote control. We even had one of those brown sofa's with the chrome tubular frames. Yep, it would seem that style and good fashion sense have stayed with me even into old age.

Needless to say, i've played a few frames in my time. You may find this hard to believe but i'm nothing special, honest. My highest break is about 35 so i'm definately no expert. Although in the past several people have passed comment on my smooth wrist action. Unfortunately i don't think those remarks had anything to do with my snooker abilities!
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