I watch the snooker at this time of the year. Or more precisely, I nap in front of the snooker a lot at this time of the year. Which may explain why my understanding of the game is limited.
As far as I can tell, it is the job of the snookerballers to make all of the balls disappear down the the holes in the table. Leaving aside why there are holes in the table, I do wonder why the snooker drivers don’t get more angry when they play the game.
Because I would.
Every time you put one of the balls down one of the holes, the Butler comes along and puts it back on the table.
I don’t really understand why there’s a Butler there, but it’s probably because the snookerers have all just come from a posh dinner or something.
Anyway, cats really love watching snooker.