I do not remember this. Think I remember some taking 2 x 20p, which was always a pain, but most being a quid. Although this was probably by the time I was (almost) old enough to drink in the pub at the end of the last millenium.
I once played snooker. That was painful, you have no idea watching on the telly just how enormous those tables are. They’re vast. Basically have to shout across at your mate at the other side across this ocean of green. Think i potted three balls all afternoon.
Played quite a bit between the age of 16 and 21, was never especially good although had the odd golden streak after just the right amount of beers.
Was absolutely smashed down the local one day and the pool team were short of players for an away game so they roped me in as a ringer. The guy I had to play was ridiculously good, although took ages on every shot and chalked his cue constantly. I hadn’t potted a single ball, he had one of his left and he was walking round the table for a full five minutes surveying things from every angle. When I helpfully reminded him he was reds it did not go down well at all
However, I did once do a really cool game of pool which I kickstarted by saying “You rack em, I’ll fuck em” to my opponent and then I potted like four balls on the trot the last of which I said “I’m chipping this over the red” and actually pulled it off. (I still lost the match though)
The slight variations in rules from place to place are a bit annoying (not even including completely different versions like 9-ball). When I was in Oz it seemed to be standard that you had to call which pocket you were going to pot the black in, and if you potted it in a different pocket you lost. Me and my mate decided to annoy the locals by saying that in England to win the game you had to jump the cue ball and black off the table. Did this in a fairly rough boozer and one of the balls landed directly in a guy’s pint.