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Coatesy wrote : Jarvey's camp

Bit harsh...

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Coatesy wrote : played on the table before in the noppl, and i can only presume it's got worse

Matt, you are talking out of your arse mate, White Horse haven't played in the Notts pool league for a good 5 years.

Ask Chris Riggers what he thought of the table, it is slow but true it has no rolls and is a potting table that's for sure, a table that should suit you to a tee Matthew.
You are only commenting on what people have said and not by the fact you have played on it, so therefore you are lying.
It has been reclothed in the last 6 months, Jarvey missed his ball by a mile and full credit to Paul for a great dish......nothing to do with the table and paul should be given the praise.
Jarvey was moaning but aren't we used to that be now, and to give him some credit he was having a laugh about us taking the piss outta him.

the table at the white horse is a very good table, in fact 1 of the best in the pool leagues. and as usual u r full of s**t matt, as u always r.

Just having a nobble m8.

I've said I haven't got a clue what the tables like, and to be honest I ain't that bothered

You have made a few comments about it though for someone that isn't bothered...

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The Inventor wrote : the table at the white horse is a very good table, in fact 1 of the best in the pool leagues. and as usual u r full of s**t matt, as u always r.

Not much competition there though to be honest.

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munson roy e wrote :   Not much competition there though to be honest.

That's got to be the best and most factual comment you have ever put on here Ron  
 

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Petchy wrote : You have made a few comments about it though for someone that isn't bothered...

I said it to get a reaction. It worked better than I thought

It is easy to backtrack after though isn't it Matt by saying you were doing it to get a reaction...  

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So easy

Right then...

A pleasant evening was had by all in the scenic village of Ruddington.  Home to 6,500 people all related to the Saxon leader Rudda.., and each other.  

Around the time of the Doomsday Book the population dived as shagging your Sister was made illegal, punishable by "horning the fox". However, the villagers rallied together and by finding a healthy supply of cousins managed to keep the populous ticking over.  

In the 18th Century the village really started to expand and the surrounding farmland provided William Breedon with a perfect setting for a sheep farm.  He soon found that with constant shagging, he managed to breed a new sheep with 3 legs and no nose.  Shortly after this the first of many pubs was built and this gave rise to many a drunken night of fun and family frolics.  It is no coincidence that some of Britains greatest swimmers were born in the area!

It wasn't until the 20th Century that consumating love within any of the gene pool was really frowned upon and it was the invention of the condom that started to reduce Ruddington's incestuous pool of fish feeted fellows.  Soon all of the village was buying condoms by the truck load and the supply of rubber grew short.  

This inevitably lead to many rubber things having to be made out of other materials: Car tyres - Blu Tack, Shoe soles - Chewing Gum.., and of course pool cushions.  These were conveniently made out of the most abundant substance in Ruddington - each Male Cousin's disgarded 3rd testicle which ironically, in sausage form, is served as a delicacy in most of the pubs.  The strange bounce off this stretched bollock ballsed up my plans and left me only with the comfort of a scrotal sausage tea.              

Now that's an excuse!!!

                 

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Class....

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Jarvey - Legend in his Lunchhour wrote : Right then... A pleasant evening was had by all in the scenic village of Ruddington.  Home to 6,500 people all related to the Saxon leader Rudda.., and each other.   Around the time of the Doomsday Book the population dived as shagging your Sister was made illegal, punishable by "horning the fox". However, the villagers rallied together and by finding a healthy supply of cousins managed to keep the populous ticking over.   In the 18th Century the village really started to expand and the surrounding farmland provided William Breedon with a perfect setting for a sheep farm.  He soon found that with constant shagging, he managed to breed a new sheep with 3 legs and no nose.  Shortly after this the first of many pubs was built and this gave rise to many a drunken night of fun and family frolics.  It is no coincidence that some of Britains greatest swimmers were born in the area! It wasn't until the 20th Century that consumating love within any of the gene pool was really frowned upon and it was the invention of the condom that started to reduce Ruddington's incestuous pool of fish feeted fellows.  Soon all of the village was buying condoms by the truck load and the supply of rubber grew short.   This inevitably lead to many rubber things having to be made out of other materials: Car tyres - Blu Tack, Shoe soles - Chewing Gum.., and of course pool cushions.  These were conveniently made out of the most abundant substance in Ruddington - each Male Cousin's disgarded 3rd testicle which ironically, in sausage form, is served as a delicacy in most of the pubs.  The strange bounce off this stretched bollock ballsed up my plans and left me only with the comfort of a scrotal sausage tea.               Now that's an excuse!!!

                       

I will have an 1/8 of whatever this man is on!!!

ABSOLUTE QUALITY JARVY! WHERE DID IT COME FROM?
               
               

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Jarvey - Legend in his Lunchhour wrote : Right then... A pleasant evening was had by all in the scenic village of Ruddington.  Home to 6,500 people all related to the Saxon leader Rudda.., and each other.   Around the time of the Doomsday Book the population dived as shagging your Sister was made illegal, punishable by "horning the fox". However, the villagers rallied together and by finding a healthy supply of cousins managed to keep the populous ticking over.   In the 18th Century the village really started to expand and the surrounding farmland provided William Breedon with a perfect setting for a sheep farm.  He soon found that with constant shagging, he managed to breed a new sheep with 3 legs and no nose.  Shortly after this the first of many pubs was built and this gave rise to many a drunken night of fun and family frolics.  It is no coincidence that some of Britains greatest swimmers were born in the area! It wasn't until the 20th Century that consumating love within any of the gene pool was really frowned upon and it was the invention of the condom that started to reduce Ruddington's incestuous pool of fish feeted fellows.  Soon all of the village was buying condoms by the truck load and the supply of rubber grew short.   This inevitably lead to many rubber things having to be made out of other materials: Car tyres - Blu Tack, Shoe soles - Chewing Gum.., and of course pool cushions.  These were conveniently made out of the most abundant substance in Ruddington - each Male Cousin's disgarded 3rd testicle which ironically, in sausage form, is served as a delicacy in most of the pubs.  The strange bounce off this stretched bollock ballsed up my plans and left me only with the comfort of a scrotal sausage tea.               Now that's an excuse!!!

Jarvey pure genius mate.      

Like it John. Im sure i've heard that one before when we played at Jolly Farmers.

Ady,

You can find it in my recently published "A Compendium of Pool Nightmares - Vol 7", available in all good Kebab shops! Or "What a Load of Bollocks - A History of Ruddington" - available from Durex.

Both £7.99 (10% discount for all members of the "I play in the sticks with a bunch of inbred hicks" club)

             

Are you another one of those pool coke heads Jarvey?
That was brilliant lol  

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Jarvey - Legend in his Lunchhour wrote : Ady, You can find it in my recently published "A Compendium of Pool Nightmares - Vol 7", available in all good Kebab shops! Or "What a Load of Bollocks - A History of Ruddington" - available from Durex. Both £7.99 (10% discount for all members of the "I play in the sticks with a bunch of inbred hicks" club)

You want to be careful there mate! last time i upset a village of incest, or Trevor's as they like to be called, they followed me to my house in the middle of the night with lighted sticks and pitch forks!

too much time on your hands pal lol. Made me chuckle.