I have just come back (and I am damn lucky I made it, on the last train just before midnight) from East London, where I spent the night playing pool and whoring with S*** A***. No, the last bit is a lie: I meant "boozing" – that's a much more honourable British pastime. Well, boozing – I only had six pints – does that qualify as a refresher in Britain?
By the way, why is it that pool billiards are so small and holes are so big in this country? Is it a game for drunks?
Anyway, it's entertaining whichever way you play it. Hic!
In the afternoon I met John Calder, who gave me the idea for a killer classic. And S*** gave me another killer idea, just when he was about to play the shot of the evening.
So, you see, you don't have to spend your day pent up in a library to come up with a good list!