22-04-2019 1:45 PM
Anyone watching?
Looking at some of the British players, they look really scruffy with stubbly heads and bristly chins. They look most untidy, even scruffy. You can imagine that if it wasn't for snookers dress code they'd be turning up wearing scruffy torn jeans or sloppy long shorts coupled with ill-fitting tee shirts, flip-flops or open toed sandals.
In contrast the Chinese players look really smart, clean shaven with tidy haircuts.
It's life Jim, but not as WE know it.
Live long and prosper.
22-04-2019 2:58 PM
22-04-2019 3:37 PM
Neither of those, yuk.
It's life Jim, but not as WE know it.
Live long and prosper.
22-04-2019 4:45 PM
Mod ?
22-04-2019 4:48 PM
I totally agree CeeDee..the Chinese? players are immaculately dressed. The lifestyle that goes along with Snooker in this country is not a very healthy one, it seems to me. And 'designer' stubble and beards are an instant turn off. These days, it seems every other bloke, just like sheep, are following the trend and growing beards...and are adding ten years to their appearance in the process.
22-04-2019 4:48 PM
22-04-2019 4:49 PM
I just had a thought....I'm wondering how many of the lovely gentlemen on here are sporting a beard?
22-04-2019 5:01 PM
22-04-2019 5:28 PM
Me neither ! would not want to look like bloody santa
22-04-2019 6:14 PM
😀😀😀
22-04-2019 6:30 PM
I like a nice neat beard on a man myself. Hubby had one for years and only shaves 1 a month now.
He still keeps clean and tiday.
22-04-2019 6:37 PM
22-04-2019 7:16 PM
Ha-ha, you're a funny lot.
I have never ridden a motorbike in any shape or form. Why? OK, let me tell you a couple of stories.
One day I'd been with my granny to town and were returning on the bus. We were to be dropped off at "The Four Lane Ends" because granny lived in a smallholding a mile down one of the lanes. (It was a dead end lane, three farms and several cottages as well as the Keepers Cottage).
A mile before our stop, the bus was flagged down and a young woman was taken off! When the bus got going again, we passed the scene of a crash at a crossroads. A bloke on a motorbike had hit a car and come off and he was sitting in the hedgebank. The young woman taken off the bus was his daughter and she was taken off the bus so she could be informed of what had happened so that she didn't pass the scene and see what had happened to her father. He was sitting in the hedgebank waiting for an ambulance and blood was streaming from a large "hole" in the top of his head. That was in the days before crash helmets were compulsory. I never found out if he survived but I've never forgotten that.
Then..... my father rode a motorbike too. One foggy November night he was riding home and a cow appeared in the road out of the fog. He swerved to miss it, hit the curb and came off. I'll always remember my mother picking the chippings out of his head with her tweezers. The Black tyre mark on that curb remained there for forty years and every time I passed it I thought of him and that cow!
Did I want a motorbike? Heck no, I wanted a CAR.
It's life Jim, but not as WE know it.
Live long and prosper.
22-04-2019 8:33 PM
@right-then-petal wrote:Mod ?
I was!
I had a Lambretta TV175 S2 - Engine covers removed, multiple mirrors and tiger tails on the handlebars - a parka of course with a Union Jack on the back.
22-04-2019 9:22 PM - edited 22-04-2019 9:22 PM
Probably a case of where there is no sence there is no feeling with me, I love motorbikes and had one myself.
My brothere had a serious accident on one though, turning right into a main road a car hit him in the side. He fell off and promptly picked himself up of the floor and stood up, not realising he had multiple fractures of both legs and the bones proceeded to shoot out of the calf flesh of both legs.
Thankfully I never saw the accident but saw the aftermath, what a mess.
It didn't put me off bikes.
23-04-2019 11:21 AM
02-05-2019 1:11 PM
Anyone watching?
No.