of teachers and cue games

first off today, i hereby declare our IT teacher the sexiest man in the world, especially when he puts on a tuxedo. well, he DOES look like Ten's father, but let's just brush that off, shall we.
well, about the cue games. let's just say i was out with my muse on Saturday ... and we just somehow passed a snooker club. and i remembered he promised that someday he will teach me how to play the game. and i just stopped in my tracks and it happened.
so we went in, and the hour we had paid for flew by so quickly, but i learned lots.
like - hitting the center of the white ball is apparently an extremely hard task for me. which sucks when you're trying to do the first i-dunno-what-it's-called-in-English stroke or whatever. but at least i don't have problems with getting the white ball instead of the coloured ones in the hole, like my dear muse.
i have loads of things on my mind, but i can't remember any of them. so let's close this off with a last point.
sadly, i probably won't be able to describe it with words. so let's try.
hitting the ball by putting the cue behind your back looks so fucking cool. muse tried to teach me that one, but i'm afraid i'll never be that cool. so i just took some photos of him doing that and melted. really, it looks way too cool. i think i'll make the pictures a trilogy after all.
now i'm off to learn about gimp. he undressed himself. well, his tuxedo.