I can't bowl, the ball is too heavy and I can't play pool, too much bending over. So Arthur and I played a little table soccer and had a coffee, we really wanted a strawberry milkshake (they make really good ones) but they don't have ice cream in the winter months, what a bummer. This is a picture of our local bowling and pool alley, lots of screaming kids and smoking parents, I think it is the same no matter where in the world you are.

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Loud sounds and old shoes. I remember the smells from my hometown bowling hall.
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