The Snooker Cue

I remember very well the story of the billiard cue. Mam and Dad used to tell this story of how Dad had this prize winning billiard or snooker cue that he had won in a competition. He was very proud of his snooker skills when he was a young man. This cue was in a billiard or snooker club that he belonged to. He had won it in a competition in the club so the cue had to stay in the establishment for some reason.
Dad however had other ideas.
When they told this story their eyes used to light up and it was obvious that this was a time and a moment in their lives when things were a little easier and more carefree. I gathered from the telling of this little episode that they were very young at the time. I can't even remember if they were already married.
The first time I heard this story was around the fire one evening. I must have been about seven or so. We had visitors. Dad started telling us of how he wanted to smuggle this cue out of the club. He wanted to stick it down his pants and walk out with it but that wouldn't work. The sticking down the pants bit was ok but how to get it down there in the club when there were people around was too difficult. They came up with a better solution.
There was some kind of a back room with a window in this place and the window led onto an alley. Mam was to go around the back in the alley and Dad went into the backroom with the cue in hand. He then passed it through the window to Mam. She stood in the alley while Dad left the club and went into the alley to meet her. He stuck the cue down the leg of his pants and they walked out of the alley and went home. I remember this cue. It had a green metal case and hung around the house for years. It worked its way down from trophy to plaything and from plaything to cast off and eventual destruction. The case got chipped and bent and I think we ended up using it as a spear in the back garden.
This is how I remember this. I'm quite sure there are a few inaccuracies in this story that someone else's recollections will correct.
Are there any more stories out there?