Thursday, 9 July 2015

My Dad the Don

My old man has been playing snooker for quite a while; and each week he goes to the local social club to practice. Lately, each week the club’s attendance is getting quieter and quieter to the point of desertion; and rumours of closure have emerged. In the last few months he still goes down but gets free drinks just playing, and the barman even arranges free pizzas and kebabs for his and his team mates at the end of the night. Just lately there’s been rumours of drugs at the club, and it’s even been raided twice by the police. At the first raid it was shut down while the landlord was being investigated; but Dad has been back since; though the free food has gone. The following week they decided to use a different club; but recently they’ve been back again, only for the club to be raided the next day. A secret Don perhaps?

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