Timehop showed me this picture, which reminded me I used to bunk off work, many years ago and play snooker with my mate Ben. A different Ben.
There's no way the snooker club could have survived the creation of the massive cross-rail hole yet, surprisingly there's little evidence of its absence on the internet.
A bit of casual googling would lead you to believe it's still there. I'm refusing to look any further, I'm going to convince myself it's still going.
