Pool table

It went like this...

We ventured to Clifton for a lovely Christmas lunch at the River Cottage Canteen, with our friends Greg & Amy. Then the four of us went for what was supposed to be a quick drink.

Then, down in Cumberland Basin on the docks, they swung the big dual-carriageway road bridge to let a boat through, and the bridge got stuck, cutting the traffic off at the peak of rush hour, and then seemingly the whole of Bristol's traffic gridlocked.

So the first taxi never turned up, and then the second one took an hour or more to get to us.

So, we were just trapped in the pub. And the only thing we could do was drink beer and play pool. This is the ghostly form of G on his way to a stunning two-ball break.