I don’t think you were the only one. Didn’t he once stick the heed on an official, backstage? He was a very naughty boy…
He was very badly served by the snooker establishment. It was Higgins, with his mercurial antics, his high-risk playing style, his love of playing to the gallery with seemingly suicidal exhibition shots that made snooker a mainstream entertainment money-printing machine. He came from a poor background, had obvious behavioural and psychological challenges and a well-known predeliction for drinking and gambling and no clue how to cope with celebrity. Even though snooker's ruling bodies could not publicly back him after he assaulted an official and had violent drink-fueled altercations with his wife, they owed him an awful lot and they could and should have provided him with support behind the scenes. Instead he was abandoned to drink and gamble away his money and his health while the game went on to make vast amounts of money from his legacy. Admittedly he didn't make it easy, having declared his hatred of the snooker establishment, but they should have nurtured their star with better care before things got to that point.
I went to an exhibition match in Harrogate between Higgins and Joe Johnson. They were both first class blokes and joined everyone in the bar afterwards. Great days…
I see Fred Smith died. Bassist with Blondie - which I think we can skip, since the main appeal was looking at Harry Debbie - then with Television; crucially, playing on Marquee Moon, one of the all-time great rock albums.
Correct. An example has been kindly offered by Mr Maharaja above to show how easy this can happen Having no issue with my post whatsoever he has let his fat finger express an opinion to create a nuking effect to my post. This is for educational purposes only
A good friend of Box Hill regulars who know him as 'Big John' sadly passed away at the weekend. He wasn't famous or well known, but was a great bloke who knew his big personality and generous nature. He was a regular visitor to all of the known haunts around the south east biking areas. Sadly going to be missed by lot's of the old school regulars at Box. RIP my friend.