Don't Pot The Black!!!!

I recently had a spur of the moment night out with Odd Bob! We decided that a fright night and eating at our faveourite restuarant. (We are trying to eat at every branch - Oh and try and find one with raspberries!!)

So, duly packed up, headed down the M1 located cinema, restuarant and eventually Odd Bob!

'Where are you?'
'At the train station!'
'Where, so are we?'
'Which station'
etc etc

We eat, try everybody elses's munchies, have a few cocktails and head to the cinema for the 900th remake or 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. We get there slightly earlier, and decide to visit the bowling lane next door, un-fortunatley all lanes are full - but we find a pool table...!

Now for the fun!

Odd Bob & I team up to play Hubby, we quickly agree on (make up) the rules, and proceed to play 'chase the balls round the table'.

After an hour, Bob & I have pretty much scared the balls in to submission, and we start the next game. The tension mounts, I break, there is a lot of balls congregating around the hole, which I think we have a good chance of potting.

Odd Bob looks at me, and offers one piece of advice - 'Whatever you do - don't pot the black!'.

Well, you can imagine what happened next, I did not become the pool shark magnificent that the shot in my mind was - yup, I potted the black!

What I did not expect was the reaction of Odd Bob!


You would have thought that I had killed her snails! So after the hysterics where over, and I stood well back, we started another game. We were doing well, we were down to the last few, Bob had the cue, Hubby was well and truly snookered. It was looking good! We had 2 balls left to pot, the black was no where in site!

Odd Bob potted the black!