Down the potting shed.

It's a bloke thing...
We managed to fit in a fair few frames at the 'Pot Black'. Slipping off early morning to do chores / shopping etc, we were occasionally able to slip in a couple of games on the green baize down at the bus stand, while waiting for shops to open or parts to arrive. Splendid locale - gloomy and grubby enough to carry the mantle of disreputable snooker hall, par excellence. Must remember to pack my own cue next time though - or perhaps even to practice beforehand too :)