Just for the record, and not at all for the purpose of gloating (much), I thought I'd better mention how much I kicked both Robin's and Joe's arse at pool on Saturday night.

I posted a Nine Ball record of Won 6 Lost 1, and with the exception of one game between myself and Joe where Robin wasn't on hand to officiate on lesser-known rules, all victories were completely fair, skilful and, most importantly, honourable. That just made being the daddy all the more satisfying. In short, I owned them.

Now that I've had my moment of glory, I'm fully prepared to return to form and lose every single game of pool I play from now on.