(directed at Mr. Graphic House)
Blimey, I'm more amazed than you are that they played any professional snooker there if we are talking about the same place (between the Cambridge St. Sportsman Pub and the "Restaurant with no Name" up a rickety flight of steps?) - because the baize was as bald as Ghandi (& Gandhi), it had gas heaters straight from a stalag (but worse maintained) and the loos were clogged up with bog roll (etc.) sufficient to inhibit your usual bodily functions on sight (apart from the gag reflex, for which it did the opposite).
Tell me, was Len Ganley wearing cotton gloves or rubber ones?