I love this game, and although I can't personally pot a ball to save my life (and believe me I've tried), I have utmost respect for all the moves and tricks the professionals can do.
So, now that BBC 2 is showing snooker all day, I have been tuning in, which displeased my daughter no end as it meant no CBeebies. She watched for the first five minutes whilst throwing a major Mini strop (as I call her tantrums), then noticed that there were balls on TV.
Spotting a possible interest in snooker, I told her that the man was trying to get the shiny coloured snooker balls in the holes. And that when he does, we have to clap and cheer, just like the people watching do.
So, this afternoon after we came back from our second successful jaunt to Toddler group (and this time we brought Edward who loved it), she tiredly sat down on the couch and I stuck the snooker on.
And true to form, every time a ball goes in (even the white ball), she sits and says in the most tired voice I've ever heard "yay". Bless. I'm hoping this will be the beginning of her moving away from constantly wanting to watch Beebies from 6am until 7pm, despite the fact they show the same programme three times a day.
X Factor, Why do I Bother?
As has become customary on Saturdays, I sat by the PC and tuned into both Twitter (and I'm followable if that's the right term for it at www.twitter.com/claire1982) and the X Factor.
I have,since last year, been going off the programme, as I feel it's just the same programme year on year scripted to the letter. But since watching it whilst reading the feedback on Twitter I have found a new enjoyment-rather than just shouting various abuse at the TV by myself, I can type it into the internet and read other peoples view points as well!
Funniest comment I saw this weekend surrounded the Irish Twins, who appear to be cringeworthy to everyone else bar Louis Walsh. And one of my fellow Mummy bloggers also commented that the X Factor was not so much a contest but a way for Simon Cowell to buy an even larger house to take next years crop of hopefuls to.
The next person up for stick was poor old Sinnitta, and that leaf outfit. Truly bad, worse even than her song So Macho. I did feel (and twittered) that she obviously hadn't received the huge split bonus that Simon gave his other notable ex, Terri Seymour (hell for a 3 million quid house, I'd go out with him!), and was obviously feeling the recession even worse than I am!
Every year, one of the judges has to stop as they're "not quite sure" they've made the right choice. I was shocked that Cheryl got shot of the one talented guy she had, and I wasn't the only one- one annoyed twittering shouted (using capitals!) "No! Bloody cow, don't get rid of Ethan!!!!!"
And poor Daniel from One True Voice. To chuck him because he had done it all before was a lame excuse for "I've got a cracking six to pick from so I'm looking for any excuse", as they knew he'd been there before when he first auditioned, it's not like it came up halfway through as he was on the same show as Cheryl!
Or at least until they get dropped.
Let me know what you think.