Snooker Loopy (one and seven-eigths)

[Neil Graham]

With the latest Battle of the Baize only hours away here's my final blog before the big third fixture of the Journal Snooker League 2009.
I left the house this morning without my cue. After much soul searching I decided it was probably worth the 30 second walk back up the street to pick it up- after all, I'm nothing without trusty Saddam!

That's right, my wand like cue has already acquired a moniker to strike fear into every opponent. A colleague at work came up with it.

Toby's cue has also picked up a nickname which evokes vivid mental images of exactly how he plays the game - 'Julian'.

I was going to invite people to send in a name for J Bizzle's cue but he doesn't have one. He just uses whatever he stumbles across on the way to the snooker hall- a nice big piece of bark or a solid looking branch, usually.

Feeling a bit ill today. I was advised to get myself down to Boots to pick up some suitable drugs but I was too worried it would affect my game. Or what if I failed a drugs test??? You always hear about these muscled Olympian behemoths who are thrown out of the games because of some nasal spray they were using.... or foot ointment. No, the drugs will have to wait.

Anyway, banish the bad thoughts! I will just have to breathe through my eye-lids like Tim Robbins in classic baseball flick, Bull Durham:

"Well, Nuke's scared because his eyelids are jammed and his old man's here. We need a live roo-- is it a live rooster? We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose's glove. And nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present. Is that about right? ... We're dealing with a lot of sh--."

[Alan Gibson]

[Toby Roberts]

J Bizzles cue name "The Precious"!!!!!!