Prince Randian the Living Torso presents…..Power Snooker
In Victorian times it was quite acceptable to attend Freak Shows. Families would often make quite an occasion of them at times. I actually took a minute to look up some genuine examples of freaks as painstaking research for this post and they range from Alice Bounds the Bear Lady to Patrick O’Brien the Irish Giant and The Fat Boy of Peckham through to Sacco-Homann the Famous Fasting Man and Prince Randian the Living Torso.
That is quite a collection I’m sure you will agree, only one of which (this being Prince Randian) can now not be found quite easily on any high street in any major UK city. Though I’m sure if you knew the right places even Randian himself might materialise in some form or other.
Now I like to think of myself as a compassionate human being, someone that does not take pleasure in someone else’s misfortune, someone that would stand up for my beliefs and bravely fight for the things I hold most dear to me and the things that I believe are just and right. You wouldn’t catch me attending one of these shows, watching the poor unfortunate creatures therein simply display themselves to the gasps and guffaws of a baying, cackling crowd of idiots.
Now, I like to think of myself in these terms but I’m afraid the temptation to switch the TV to ITV4 this weekend may prove too much for me. Television gives us all the opportunity to be the Victorians in the privacy of our own homes, to watch things that we would never dream of attending in person. To cackle along with the idiots, to bay along with the transfixed crowds. That my friends, is my utterly pathetic justification for watching Power Snooker this weekend.
There were several things that I utterly detested about it last year that to other less opinionated and snobbish people than myself would probably be a good reason to tune in. First and foremost it was the rabble that was watching. A collection of thuggish, mob-mentality dimwits that seemed to revel in such hilarious repetitive ‘catchphrases’ such as ‘Pot the Brown’ and ‘Powerzone’ whilst hurling sometimes inappropriate insults at the players and sexual innuendo at a female referee until she started crying.
Secondly, it was the game itself which was utterly silly and not especially well thought out. Thirdly, it was just well, how can I put this? All of it. I just felt that someone had taken the sport I loved, ripped the insides out of it, thrown them to a pack of rabid dogs and replaced it with a soul made out of pound notes and tacky holiday souvenirs.
But a year has passed and as I get older I not only forget things, I also grow a little more tolerant of other people’s ways. I even watched the X-Factor last week for a whole ten minutes before starting to swear and being told to leave the room by Mrs SB.
So I figured that maybe, just maybe Power Snooker isn’t that bad after all? Maybe the move to Manchester and the Trafford Centre might help a bit? Maybe the introduction of the Power Snooker Band might drown out some of the less-evolved elements of the audience? Maybe with all the top 16 there it might have less of an experimental, novelty feel? Maybe they have made the rules a bit clearer and more geared towards tighter finishes? Maybe they will stop the referees shouting the same phrase over and over again?
Or maybe I should just go back to being intolerant?
The tournament starts tomorrow at 1.10pm when Mark Selby and Matthew Stevens take to the baize, the losers in the first round no doubt will have one eye on the free bar and the other on the Power Girls, such as Rhiann Sugden who is pictured left for purely illustrative and in no sense gratuitous or tasteless purposes.
Now I don’t know the people behind this venture personally, but whoever is behind their Twitter account clearly has a sense of humour and was actually the first account to follow me back on there months ago when my original account was hacked and deleted. So I suppose I feel I owe them one with this highly positive promotional post.
Ronnie and Judd are best priced 4/1 and 15/2 at Boylesports for this circus of snooker and anyone that backs anyone else to win this, in my humble opinion, needs their head examining as it is tailormade to their games.
You can check out the schedule and everything to do with all things Power Snooker at their website here.
Now I am going to cleanse myself in a bath of strong detergent.
(One of the images was used with the permission of Power Snooker, I’ll leave you to deduce which one)







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