...i'm playing pool with my dad. Cues are chalk-less and broken. The white is sunk. The black is sunk. Both are sunk accidentally in an impossible embarrassment. Round and round and round the table. Your aim is true, but your shot is bollox. And on and on...potting each other's balls all the while.
But out of shot, in the corner. There's a round of beers and brandy. And all of a sudden, there's your explanation.
But sometimes...I feel like im playing pool with myself.
Not today though! I feel great, ive a new flat cap. Its nearly bed time. Brilliant