Reds and yellows
When it comes to pubs, I can honestly say I've spent more time stood-up knocking balls around a felt table with a stick than I have sat down. At seventeen, free periods in school were spent developing a taste for Carlsberg and an undying thirst for playing pool.

At eighteen I was convinced by my local's pool team captain to join up. Around fifty teams, three or four hundred players in the district, and a shitload of beer every Monday night. There are plenty of stories from the multitude of pool nights, but one stands out in particular.

Now, I very rarely blow my own trumpet, so fuck it. I was good. Very good. In my second season I was Player of the Season and really at the top of my game.

Just before the start of my third season, the pub got a new table. Because each table is different, I spent a while getting the new table level with the landlord - a real miserable alcoholic old wife-beater - and spent an afternoon practising breaks, rail shots and finding the limits of the pockets.

Come Monday night, and our pool match. It's almost nine o'clock and I'm second on, two pints in - the Golden Threshold for pool.

The ref racks-up and flips. My opponent calls 'Heads' and loses. I opt to break.

I chalk my cue, check the pack, place the white and bridge my fingers over the cue on the top cushion.

I draw back, then forth, guaging the weight of my cue. Back and forth, back and forth, back and...

CA-RACK!

The reds and yellows barely move as the white flies off the leading ball and off the table, onto the ceiling, off the wall and into the landlord's full jug of John Smiths.

There's a smattering of laughter, then quickly a silence as we try to work out the landlord's reaction. He looks around the room, turns to me and says in his slurred northern drawl...
"I've never seen that before, ya daft cunt!"

He bought me pints for the rest of the night.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 18:16, 2 replies)

Ahhh the old "pool-ball-pintglass" trick :D
I too have seen someone acomplish this fiendishly difficult feat, only they managed to atomise the pint glass on impact as well as cover the surrounding 20 foot radius with real ale....twas quite a sight
( The magic of chutney Shakes it like an Instagram filter!, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 18:26, closed)

I wish it were a trick!
The landlord's glass was a chunky jug... not even a crack!
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 18:31, closed)