A civilised night of Killer Pool.
Yes indeed that most distinguished of sporting events takes place at Pauls house most nights I am there, I thought a short account of one would be a good idea, so here goes.
Killer pool, a game for a group of people, the idea is to each take a shot, if you pot a ball, any ball aside from the black, and without fouling, then you are fine and pass to the next person. If you miss you must then down a shot of whatever the penaly is... on this occasion I think it was cherry brandy wine and wiskey on a rotation sysem but it's hard to recall.
If you foul then you must down two and potting the black before it's time brings 6 penalty shots! yes you remember that don't you dave?
As you can see things start out well, a happy group photo, a clean break and some confident people pottiing balls whilst sipping away at their own drinks.
Me and Paul like to discus possible shots, the chances of pulling them off and if it's worth a side bet. Being me and Paul that side bet inevitably involves shots of the worst drink on earth, Satan himself would feel bad letting someone drink it, but we do. The occasion of the first side bet is always a notable turning point for the evening, tis only downhill from here.
Chris and Helen were subdued by the first few frames, Chris was notably giggly and Helen went from here to hiding pool balls in strange places for a while, it was 20mins of madness alowing us to compose ourselves for the next session...
Jen explained to Dave that he really wouldn't be a big part of the webpage for this night, Dave was pretty upset but accepted that he can't always have marshmallow style pride of place. He's not even very good at the game.
Straight Back into the bets for me and Paul, I had lost the first one and was determined to get one back on him, the bitter aftertaste of earths nastiest drink can only be sweetened by the revenge of getting someone else to drink it.
Oh and be impressed by jens green tipped hair, very punk.
The point where Chris died, I think this was about his last drink, notice the pale look and the bleary eyes, thats Chris seconds from hitting the couch. We recorded much more of this decent but like I said a brief overview is all I'm giving.
Paul and Jen miss the arrival of god, or was it just the ramp sign? either way people sat, paul caught up after falling a few shots behind and I think Jen got drunk enough at this point to lose the compulsary sock.
Still feeling quite confident I continued, could I tell the difference between chalk and white ball or was I just lining things up? either way I think things went wrong and I drank some more.
Pretty excited by something, I know what a few people see when looking at this picture and yes there was a lot of homoeroticism in the air that night...
Here I see Paul pulling a striking yet drunken pose, while sporting a very fetching double hat. Thats all I see, I do not ever see that jen is looking down at me kneeling before Paul for some reason, although I'm sure it had something to do with finding balls... no no I mean I was pulling the cue back to get the balls out... oh crap someone take this shovel, I'm hitting rock bottom.
While Chris sat quite motionless Paul concentrated on his next shot, note the tongue poking out the side, a sure sign of cartoon concentration.
Bringing us somewhere close to the end, Helen began singing and shouting about Chicago, This woke Chris who found many jazzy tunes and between them brought a singing dancing end to the party.
I was dancing, at least I was trying to, most of the time I was just desperatly catching an overly confident drunken Helen and attempting not to look bad, as her top attempted to slide off ever time I touched it. If this looks bad you should see the video of Chris and Helen, prooving that I had nothing to do with the huge bruise Helen had on her knee the next day!
Coming Soon - What happens when I tamper with the rules of killer pool... Accumulator Killer Pool!!
As you can see things start out well, a happy group photo, a clean break and some confident people pottiing balls whilst sipping away at their own drinks.
Me and Paul like to discus possible shots, the chances of pulling them off and if it's worth a side bet. Being me and Paul that side bet inevitably involves shots of the worst drink on earth, Satan himself would feel bad letting someone drink it, but we do. The occasion of the first side bet is always a notable turning point for the evening, tis only downhill from here.
Chris and Helen were subdued by the first few frames, Chris was notably giggly and Helen went from here to hiding pool balls in strange places for a while, it was 20mins of madness alowing us to compose ourselves for the next session...
Jen explained to Dave that he really wouldn't be a big part of the webpage for this night, Dave was pretty upset but accepted that he can't always have marshmallow style pride of place. He's not even very good at the game.
Straight Back into the bets for me and Paul, I had lost the first one and was determined to get one back on him, the bitter aftertaste of earths nastiest drink can only be sweetened by the revenge of getting someone else to drink it.
The point where Chris died, I think this was about his last drink, notice the pale look and the bleary eyes, thats Chris seconds from hitting the couch. We recorded much more of this decent but like I said a brief overview is all I'm giving.
Paul and Jen miss the arrival of god, or was it just the ramp sign? either way people sat, paul caught up after falling a few shots behind and I think Jen got drunk enough at this point to lose the compulsary sock.
Still feeling quite confident I continued, could I tell the difference between chalk and white ball or was I just lining things up? either way I think things went wrong and I drank some more.
Pretty excited by something, I know what a few people see when looking at this picture and yes there was a lot of homoeroticism in the air that night...
Here I see Paul pulling a striking yet drunken pose, while sporting a very fetching double hat. Thats all I see, I do not ever see that jen is looking down at me kneeling before Paul for some reason, although I'm sure it had something to do with finding balls... no no I mean I was pulling the cue back to get the balls out... oh crap someone take this shovel, I'm hitting rock bottom.
While Chris sat quite motionless Paul concentrated on his next shot, note the tongue poking out the side, a sure sign of cartoon concentration.
Bringing us somewhere close to the end, Helen began singing and shouting about Chicago, This woke Chris who found many jazzy tunes and between them brought a singing dancing end to the party.
I was dancing, at least I was trying to, most of the time I was just desperatly catching an overly confident drunken Helen and attempting not to look bad, as her top attempted to slide off ever time I touched it. If this looks bad you should see the video of Chris and Helen, prooving that I had nothing to do with the huge bruise Helen had on her knee the next day!