Well, OK, the end of the World Snooker Championship, and the end of my annual seventeen days glued to the TV (and sometimes the iPad as well). I think it is probably true that I watch more TV in those seventeen days than the rest of the year put together; it is almost certainly the case that snooker accounts for more than 50% of the TV I watch in any given year - probably nearer 80% given that I don't even watch University Challenge any more (and I do watch more snooker, thanks to Jim reminding me when it's on more obscure channels).
It's forty years since I watched my first World Championship. I missed a few in the early 2000s, when we didn't have a TV, but I've certainly got back into the swing of it now. And now, here I am, living in the city where it all happens. I went to the Crucible in 2016 to watch a couple of sessions - a teenage dream come true, apart from the fact that it was the year Steve Davis retired. And I may be going again next year, depending on how one of my Foundation Year Network colleagues fared on the ticket website yesterday morning...
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