I don't know when exactly this thought popped into my head today, or why, but here it is: a snooker player meets a pool player and they "connect". Just saying.

Over here we have snooker: practically a national sport (in fact I think it might be, not sure) broadcast on television, dull as ditchwater, players wear white shirts, waistcoats and bow ties. And trousers and smart shoes, obviously. They look a bit like footmen or waiters.

On the other hand the stereotypical view of pool is one of dingy bars filled with smoke, rock/country music and testosterone, guys in plaid shirts or t-shirts and jeans, swigging from a bottle of beer in between taking shots.

They are such similar games (long sticks knock coloured balls into holes placed around a large table covered in ugly green felt) yet they have such different backgrounds. So what would happen if two players from these practically opposite backgrounds met? I'm sure my brain will toy with this idea for a while, I might just do something with it, eventually.

Oh God, if I did write this I'd have to research snooker. And pool. Gaaaaaah . . . *points to the definition above* That's pretty much how far my knowledge extends for either game. I think in snooker you're supposed to pot the black last, but I've no idea why. Still it could be fun. And of course, there's all the bending. Ah the bending . . . Leaning over the table, long, smooth poles gripped confidently in their hands . . . Okay I'll stop now. ^_~