me and one of my atds used to play snooker at the local working mens’ club every uni holiday. his dad was a member, and by extension, his son too, so he used to sign me in as a guest, and I had to make up some trade I was involved with (his dad was an electrician, and I suppose it was assumed his son was too), so always used to put down ‘butcher’, knowing there wasn’t a butchers in town that I could be traced to.
here he is lining up a pot, actually
