Bloody Hell. Memories, like the corners of my mind...la di dah di daah... I know the words, it's the effort of typing them that escape me. But Riley's eh. Oddly located just off the Prestwich run, Riley's is primarily a snooker hall, supposedly supplying future Stephen Hendry's and Jimmy Whites of this world a place to practice and compete with one another at well competitive rates in a safe and relaxing environment, that also happens to house a couple of big screens, a bar, and a few sofa style back rests.
Some hardcore pool players come here, but if you're local, then it'll be in your subconscious as a stomping ground for college age persons to come and socialise, and even get a bit rowdy when the DJ spins some tunes.
Even as an attendee at Riley's I was never sure how the damn thing worked. Sometimes you needed a membership card, other times you didn't. Sometimes it depended who you were with, other times it was a matter of who was playing, if they were playing, if they weren't playing, and so on and so forth before they'd allow you to go in.
It's a bit dingy in the décor department but as it isn't professing to be a glitzy American style snooker hall, it's almost expected, maybe preferred.
One thing to bare in mind, it does have that vibe where if you're not local and you step in through the doors, everyone in there will turn around and have a good ole look at you and see where you're headed and what you're doing and such before they turn back to what they're doing. Be brave snooker players. read more