Ronnie O’Sullivan said he walked out of the UK Championship in York after having a ‘bad day in the office’.
The 31-year-old conceded his quarter-final match against Stephen Hendry in mid-frame when he was 4-1 down.
O’Sullivan released a statement after the walk-out which read: “I wish I could have played a better game today, but I had a bad day in the office.
Snooker is in crisis. Falling prize money and the sport’s only real star decides he’s had enough and walks out of the UK tournament mid-match.
Personally, I don’t blame him for walking out. Playing
Stephen Hendry would bore anyone to tears. The guy has about as much charisma as a white ball and is utter tedium to watch, even when he wins.
The robots are ruining the game!
I hark back to the days when Alex Higgins was having his tantrums and bucking the authority that was the game’s governing body. He would try (and often succeed) to play outrageous shots, thrilling the crowd with his antics and genius. When he wasn’t on the table he would often as not get into some drunken escapade where he would end up pissing in a pot plant at the venue or have to be peeled off the floor of some bar after getting into a scrape. He was entertaining.
Ultimately he went too far, punching match officials and threatening to have an opponent, Dennis Taylor, shot. What made him a star also destroyed him as a player.
Ronnie O’Sullivan, too, is entertaining. Perhaps not in the same way but anyone who is naturally right-handed and decides to play an entire match left-handed (and wins) is obviously taking the piss and he is adored precisely because of this. He is also a genius at the table.
Now all we have left are the robots. The machines who look like humans (mostly) who are unable or unwilling to even crack the odd one-liner. BORING!
The only entertainment left in the game is watching Michaela Tabb bending over the table and dreaming of the day when topless or bikini-clad women referees are introduced.
December 16th, 2006
The Suffolk Strangler murders have gripped the media in recent days. There have been periods when the reporting has been nauseating at times as news channels try to get the scoop with, for example,
Sky News following a policeman as he goes to retrieve a training shoe. The scene is repeatedly replayed ad nauseum. Give us a break!
Of course, what struck me was the training shoe the policeman didn’t retrieve. The large, man-sized one that is. Yes, Mr Plod, we know the brief was to find the women’s clothes but for us armchair detectives the presence of a man-sized training shoe may have proved significant since it could have belonged to the serial killer!
Some of the windbags that have been wheeled in front of the camera is frankly embarrassing. Psychologists, various local dignitaries and a whole gamut of other so-called experts blowing hot air and expressing how the ‘community would survive the experience’.
F*ck right off back under the log you crawled out from under is my own personal opinion on most of these blowbags.
Worst of all in my opinion, and rather suprisingly, is David Wilson, professor of criminology (whatever that is) puffing himself up before ruminating about the ‘first murder is key‘ and ‘Why has the killing started now?’ while referring to the recently departed prostitutes.
NEWSFLASH! This serial killer has been on the go for a lot longer than the six weeks since October 30th, 2006, when the unfortunate Tania Nicol disappeared from a dark, dank Ipswich street.
Tania Nicol
Guess what? This man has been killing prostitutes for years and years. He simply got a bit carried away with himself in Ipswich and had a little spree. Since no-one usually gives a stuff when a prostitute disappears he probably thought he could get away with five or so before anyone so much as filled in a missing person’s form. Oops, slight miscalculation. No big deal for this guy.
He’s clearly forensically aware.
He isn’t a thief as told by his leaving his unfortunate victims still wearing their jewelery. That’s a statement. He sees himself as honourable.
December 16th, 2006
