Funky Snooker is not just a game... it's my life. I play 24/7 and get really childish if I miss a shot , worse if I actually get beat (though that's rare). I'm a very sore loser and proud of it. Knocked out of tournament I prowl the games rooms seeking out Newbies to let loose my frustrations upon. If I'm not giving them a good old walloping, I'll be rolling up behind colours and dropping low down dirty snookers at every opportunity. My Mum is also a member of Funky Snooker and once potted all 16 reds from the break and then played safe just for the hell of it!
Online I've never made a maximum 158 break, but I've chalked a few up in real life. The highlight of my snookering life came on the 3rd of October 2010, when drunk to high hell on a combo of shandy and Red Bull I nailed three maximums in succession (the third of which I put away in under 4 minutes). Still, and as unbelieveable as it seems, I went on to lose the match 5 - 3. But that's it... that's what this beautiful game is like: one moment you're potting like a Royal Queen and the next you're slumped in your chair angry, crying and thinking of murder. But I prefer not to dwell on the darker side of the game.... I live for the next frame.
So log in, rack 'em up, and break off with a twist of centre spin back side with top left hand poke. Tristram's my name and sinking reds, blacks and oranges is my game. If you think you're big, well I'm BIGGER:
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