My sister says she’d always refuse
to give us any biscuits.
It still annoys her now.
But I don’t remember that.

On her own since ’79,
when Grandad fell, fractured his skull.
One way to end a party.
I don’t remember that.

We bonded over puzzle books,
Wordsearch and Logic Problems.
If there was anything else we shared,
I don’t remember that.

In her sitting room, in ’83,
Thorburn scored a maximum,
his pal Big Bill peeking round,
and I remember that.

Good luck, mate.

I’ll take my sister’s word
about the biscuits.
 

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Note: On this day in 1983, Cliff Thorburn made the first ever maximum 147 break in the World Snooker Championships. My poem 'Nana's House' recalls it. This was first published in Atrium webzine and was then in my book 'The Taking Part'.