And so a long path towards nightshow oblivion continues it's course with increasing levels of farce and lunacy just to compound the sheer futility of it all
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On S66 the nightshow product seems to have developed a whole new level of mind boggling uselessness. Not satisfied with Bedsetitis for one two time Ultimate Babe S66 have obviously decided that viewing of another two time Ultimate Babe really has to be of telescopic proportions due to the camera panning out to somewhere far, far away. Excitement and visual stimulation has been replaced by babes way past their best form of years gone by. And further replaced with endless repetition of tired, lethargic movement about as sexually enticing as a turd in a toilet.
Pathetically and putridly passing through countless hours in such a way they may as well put the RX Loss screen up until 5.30am when the daytime babes turn up
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Meanwhile over at BS Towers Mr P is all.
Mr Piss off the callers
Mr Piss off the viewers
Mr Play silly buggers with the mode of calls
Mr Pervcam
Mr Petty gimmicks
Mr P talking absolute bollocks with babes galore as they ignore their callers.
And then we have Xpanded.
So many quality babes stuck on a bed set all night every night.
I don't think I need to say any more on that subject.
And still the babe culture which I have castigated and lamented several times over continues its sorry path into the depths of condemnatory doom.
I still have a few reasons to bother but they are all too few, all too rare, all too compromised and very much all too little far too late.
But with time comes a more philosophical approach to it all.
Watching nightshows has in snooker terms changed.
Once upon a time it was like watching Alex Higgins play Jimmy White. Exciting, entertaining with a bit of dare and ooh er missus.
Then it turned into endless frames getting to the final black for a 147 only for it to be missed. A glut of nightshow frustration and missed opportunity.
Now? Now it feels like two pub players who can't pot a ball but have glimpses of brilliance when pissed as a fart. Occasional glimpses of impromptu awesomeness before normal service is resumed.
Well on that note I will look out for a few trick shots.
A few moments of fleeting magic from those babes capable to produce it for different reasons. Those I know I can trust and believe in.
Ever fewer in number, ever more valued because of that fact.
Snookered will always treasure his nightshow cue.
Just don't expect him to be willing to chalk it as often as he used to
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