And so it ends. After 18 days of squinting at shifting, swirling, pixellated blobs of colour and light on the lousy bbc.co.uk feed, the World Snooker Championship packs away its balls and white gloves …

It's late April and the sun, which for most of the month has been beaming down its rays with commendable industry, has temporarily taken its hat off. No better time then to pull up a comfortable chair, pop on the …