Sometimes I think the whole meaning for life can be seen on the pool table. You have balls representing planets spinning on the metaphorical cosmos of the baize. These collide: sometimes for a good purpose (potting a ball for instance) or sometimes by accident and disaster strikes (like going in-off). Our whole existence can summed up by these little balls rolling around the table. The thought of it can make me emotional, and I occasionally weep when I think about it.
Other times I just like to pot 'em.
I always try to get a picture of my willing assistant while playing the famous highball trickshot. You can see some of these pictures in my famous ball in the mouth gallery
