...is snooker night. Yay. I get to go to the Lib Club, and drink beer, and whack a load of balls around with a stick.
The great thing about snooker - like golf, I imagine - is that you're never going to be able to master it. Once in a while you'll pull off this great shot, and you think "Oh I see. That's how you do it. Now all I have to do is keep on doing it like that and next year I'll be at the Crucible/Masters, whatever". But then, of course, you continue to play like the wazzock you always were and will be.
They make it look so easy on the telly. I liked the comment that Steve Davis made one night, after some hotshot had casually made yet another 100 break. "Believe it or not this is actually quite a difficult game."