Long before I learned how to be crap at poker, I was crap at pool. I played in a league every Tuesday night. One of the opposing teams was called The Top Club – a decrepit working man’s club.

In the home leg we got stuffed. They had this young girl playing for them and she beat our captain. We used to have this win/loss record book and someone placed a (W) next to his loss to signify a girl had beaten him.

In the away match, the girl was missing. I asked where she was and was told she didn’t play in their home matches.

“Why not?” I asked.