My best mate's brother was the breakfast chef at a fancy hotel near Preston,at which most of the snooker stars stayed when there was a competition on at the Guild Hall.Higgins came in at about 3am,well worse for wear and abusive to an old boy who was the night porter.Brian,my mate's brother,like some chefs had a hair trigger temper sometimes and the story he regaled in a broad no nonsense Lancashire accent was 'I went up to him,sparked him,put him to bed'
Keith Iddon ● 139d