I went to a bowling alley yesterday, and it was brilliant fun. We even had a guy who served us TEA at our lane. Astounding.
Just when I was considering making bowling here a regular pastime, a guy turned up at the lane next to ours and started polishing his balls (ha). He was wearing thumb plasters, special Nike bowling trousers and a special glove for his thumb.
He was very good, but he proceeded to glare at us all the way through the remainder of our afternoon there. When I picked up his see-through ball (a la 'King Pin'), he nearly had a heart attack. He polished my fingerprints off it! TWAT.
I thought here in Qatar that the Big Lebowski influence would not be so pronounced, but this guy was like Jesus. The only thing he didn't do was lick the ball.
Bowling alleys - magnets for wankers?