Is there a more beautiful sound in the world than the clatter of billiard balls being released from captivity after a euro coin has been dropped into a pool table's coinslot? It's the sound of freedom.
It's one of the many small pleasures we've lost in Ireland in the past year; well, those of us who don't own pool tables anyway.
Many Irish male friendships - including that of Tommy Tiernan and Hector Ó hEochagáin - have been forged and deepened around a pool table.
Balls.ie caught up with Hector earlier this year for a chat about racing and podcasting last spring. At the time, Hector said he was glued to the goings-on at the Crucible for the World Snooker Championships, which might be why he was waxing poetic about the majesty of billiards.
Meath ex-pats Hector and Tommy are both based in Galway now, but a game of pool brings them straight back to the pool rooms of Navan.
"Tommy would normally come out to my house to play pool. I have a decent table. We used to play an awful lot of snooker together. We’d be hitting 60s and 70s as 16-year-olds. We were completely bananas for snooker when we were in second, third and fourth year. Snooker players were what all wanted to be, either that or professional pool players.'
"I never thought I’d have my own house, let alone my own pool table! The minute I moved into this house, I rang a lad in Dublin and said I want a proper table. I don’t want a supreme table. But I want the equivalent, with coin operations, because I want to hear the sound of coins dropping, like when my father taught me how to play pool in Johnny Higgins’s pub in Navan."
Hector says he developed a love of the game from his father, who was an elite player in his day.
My father was a really good pool player, championship level. He played on a lot of teams around Meath and he won Meath and District leagues. He was a really good pool player. He liked a pint of Guinness, and taught me everything about sides and screw in the pubs of Navan.
Hector is nearly overcome with giddiness telling this story. In his mind, he's back in Navan.
"The sound of the coin and the balls popping down! And then you put them out. To have that in my house: that brings me the sound of Navan. And the sound of pubs."
"And it's a sound that some people may never hear again, or haven't heard in a long time. Not because of the pandemic, but for how pub culture has changed. A pool table isn’t sexy and attractive anymore. It was a great social thing, a pool table in your local pub and a game of Killers. Everyone gathered around the table, having the craic."
Hector says he hasn't lost that love for pool.
'I still think I can really hit that yellow in the top corner and give it that lovely screw back down to the bottom cushion. Me and Tommy, we’ll get back out there'
'Tommy's mind is like a wild wave off the Aran Islands'
The 'Tommy, Hector and Laurita' podcast has been one of the good things to be borne out of lockdown life. Hector says he and Tommy met for a coffee in Galway around this time last year, and the idea was hatched.
"We were watching seagulls attack black bin bags and said 'what are we going to do?"
The idea was to do a radio programme similar to the 2fm Saturday morning show the pair did at the start of last decade, but that idea quickly evolved into a podcast. Laurita Blewitt, pride of Knockmore Co. Mayo and cousin to the sitting US president, was brought into the fold and every week, the threesome create one of Ireland's best podcasts. It's a giddy, surreal and often philosophical discussion that manages to capture an Irish genius for conversation.
Tommy's mind is like a wild wave off the Aran Islands. He doesn't care if it hits the Cliffs of Moher or comes back into Galway or goes all the way back up to Donegal. Laurita is pure Mayo. She's just a slice of Ireland. Tommy was adamant that we needed another voice and Laurita's been brilliant.