The pool hall.

The pool hall is an unusual place, with small groups of males playing and some just hanging around, sitting and watching. It's not an unfriendly place but not all that friendly either. There are Africans, South Americans, Indians - all enjoying a game, or watching. Then, we guess, Lebanese, Iranians (according to Ben, but I've no idea how he can tell), some Greek boyz and so on. Tables are quite close together so there's a bit of silent negotiation that sometimes takes place between the tables as to who waits and who shoots. It's also a bit off-putting playing while being watched. We haven't seen any other dads and sons in there yet but did see one lady playing today. The building backs on to a major railway line and, every once in a while, a train rumbles past. It's somewhere to go on a quiet Easter Monday. And the game score? Two-one in Ben's favour, just like last time.