HI NIVARNA, its good to hear from you, I had feared you had succumbed to galloping knob rot by now, but clearly the little group of gay boys that hang out at the free coffee machine in Luton are wrong. Das is still the same a cheerful little chappy damned good poker player f he can leave the drink alone although he does appear to have shrunk a little with age.

IT HAPPENED IN LONDON, so last week as was my want I made the trip up to London on this new invention of a horseless carriage called a train, I arrived at St Pancreas, did the usual, walk along pass the two pianos admiring the ironwork in the roof of what is truly a magnificent structure pass the coffee shops and down to the tube bladybladybla out the other side short walk into the Vic and good time, nice and rested, ready for a satellite, I believe it was an eighty plus ten to win a four four four ticket. I tried my best which if i say so myself is pretty damn good, but whilst other prats re-buy and do all sorts of wonderful moves that end up with the wheel falling off, I grind away and go deep, but no ticket, boohoohoo........ sound of world's smallest violin being trampled on... again.

So yet again although this is a poker blog, the story i have to tell to beguile my adoring pubic is that in the break of the satellite I've gone down stairs to the toilets, to use the cubicle upon entering I see that the first cubicle has a couple of bollards and a thick red rope with a note saying "facility not in use" plus part of the frame has fallen off so that you can see through a three inch gap into the toilet cubicle...but that still leaves the other two which are engaged, so I wait...people come in go out, use the urinals and minutes go by and a chap that was also waiting wanders off. Its now like five minutes later and I try to bend down a little bit to see if i can see the feet of the occupants of the two cubicles... i don't know if you have ever found yourself in this position, but believe me the floor reeks of that authentic old lady pissy smell and as i'm doing this all balance not actually kneeling down, looking like a cross between a shouling kung fu monk and a modern street dancer off BGT of course someone walks in. He looks at me, I look at him as I straighten up and he picks the urinal at the furthest distance from me...and then like having a brilliant tell on a poker player, I realise all three cubicles are out of order.......quick pee and back to satellite.

Tonight,Thursday 4th November another satellite one fifty total should be for tickets valued at one two five zero that's where I'll be....... Yes I know what Einstein said about the same actions expecting a different outcome, but that was to do with humanity and the universe with all its rules...this is more important.

Ran into a Blondie in Luton who approached me and said how much he liked my posts, goes by the name of Tony Tats or something similar who was with his lady and told me how they had had ten k out of a fruit machine or some similar nice event...that's good I thought, he'll probably take me to the bar for a drink or even dare I hope invite me into the restaurant for a meal.......not a bit of it...quick chat about blonde poker and how some of the punters are doing and he's off on his way to the tables.

WINNINGISN'TEVERYTHINGLOSINGISPRETTYSHITTYBUTNOTEVENGETTINGYOURNOSEINTOTHEFINALCANGETONEDOWN.

More to follow, possibly even including me gloating over how I've brilliantly won a ticket at the Vic and found a toilet that works.

Hi my little chuckle berries I love you all, you are the meaning for my very existence, you are my reason for stopping scratching my left bollock in the morning and getting out of bed to face a brave new day.

Can you tell who has just got in from the pub and is a bit pissed yet.

IT HAPPENED IN LUTON

I was over at my usual casino in Luton for a poker game when the following occurred. The player in seat nine has ordered a drink off of the waitress, as did seat eight, when seat nine's drink arrived (lemonade with a shot of lime) he is drinking it when he notices what he takes to be a foreign substance, namely a pill that is a the bottom of the drink and has streams of bubbles rising from it as it dissolves into his drink. He declares to the whole table that someone has poisoned his drink and in particular the guy on his right of being the culprit. He then declares to the whole table that if he finds out who it is, that has tried to poison him, he will put this glass in their head. He then gets on his mobile phone to his mate/employee/gofer and proclaims so the whole table can hear, someone has tried to poison him and he wants all the boys down here to sort it out. He then reiterates to the table that when his boys arrive, he will put this glass in the culprit's head... Various players offer him explanations that he must be mistaken and no one would do such a thing. I quip in that it seems to be a very clumsy date rape attempt, but he choose to ignore my comment. Now the manager has been called and they take the drink away to examine it and ten minutes later, return to say they don't know what it is. Then seat on who has had the same drink holds up and declares that his drink is doing the same thing and his explanation is that the slice of lemon has dropped a pip and the lemonade is bubbling off of it, which we at the table all agree with and now "mister gangster" number one, no longer feels threatened and makes another phone call to tell his boys to not bother coming its all sorted and hell tell them about it tomorrow...probably easier to tell them tomorrow...rather than explain that it was the carbon dioxide in the fizzy lemonade reacting with the lemon pip and not some assassination attempt on his person by the local hit man with a bar code tattooed onto the back of his neck.

Who the "phuck" do these people think they are, some high flying private jet owning mister king pin, drug dealing character with an army of loyal henchmen ready to drop everything and charge down the motorway to rescue their beloved leader............. No! you aren't De'Niro out of Scarface, No! you're not a victim of Putin's tearooms.......you're just some tosser in a fifty pound poker comp in Luton... Take your self imposed image of importance, fold it eight times and make a useful origami swan...at least unlike you that would have some worth.

 

SO MY LITTLE CHUCK BERRIES WHO DON'T KNOW ONE END OF A GUITAR FROM THE OTHER, it's time for your dose of intellectual stimulation.  it's hard to post a invigorating thought provoking poker blog when jack shit has been happening or rather coming right for our hero (that's me by the way in case you've lost the fact).  So I'll just have to post the mundane and let you derive some higher intellectual meaning from the dross.

went to The Vic on Sunday for a fifty plus ten satellite found out it was hundred plus ten for a eleven hundred ticket, hey ho why stop in the middle of a wank!  Made the final table, but got torpedoed three times when I've gone all in and a nutter with a pair of sixes and a lot of chips calls me as does low chips with ace ten whilst I have king jack plop, turn, river, I'm standing up and saying "good night all. good game."  Sickener is that Mr pair of sixes would have been out of the game only when he went all in with eight hundred chips, a toss pot player called him so I didn't call him with my ace three off which would of put him out of the game, and this or similar happen three times, the only justice being that toss pot is shit low on chips and on to be the next one out.

So downstairs to the club and i do my two five pound bets on roulette after studying the form walking round the tables looking for the wheel that is about to come into my area, congratulating myself on my astute decision then putting the two five pound chips out... and they lose...

Out of the club up the road to Edgeware Road tube station and my  nine pound fifty return ticket won't open the barrier, plus my train is in on the platform and it could be the last one or twenty minute wait to the next... So I holler HELLO to attract the British Rail workers out of their cosy hidaaway cabin and on my fourth holler for assistance someone the other end of the platforms starts hollering back HELLO, shortly afterwards British Rail worker turns up and lets me through the barrier... So on to St Pancreas about eleven twenty two pm train cancelled next one eleven fifty two, so we wait and observe the London drag yourself home after a night out party goers.

On the train I'm sitting minding my own business and can hear a group of four to six lads discussing their night out and their food that they have got from Macdonalds, from behind me, then a half eaten cheeseburger, I'm not sure if it had mayonnaise and gherkin in it, but it did have tomato ketchup as evidenced by the stain it left on my left trouser leg after  mouthy matey chucked it at his mate and missed... I didn't turn round to confront the bowler, but kicked the half burger under the nearby seat so that it was not in the main walkway, I was feeling that I had won the moral higher ground with my non annoyance reaction to the mishap and the surrounding young commuters in my section tended to agree by their eye action... So yet again the hero (me) has come out on top morally and any other way you want to judge it............. all of that was devalued when I heard one of the food bowlers telling his mate off for throwing the burger as he had "hit the old codger with the burger"... so from hero of telemark to bum head receptical of fast food all in one moment...  I then heard the same group talking about their disenfranchisement with the chicken nuggets that they had, I made the decision then that if they started bouncing them off my head, I would stand up, turn round, pick up the burger and tell one of the guys I think you dropped this, you know there are starving children in Africa... here let me help you to eat it and then shove it down hos throat...  The scene from the film "nobody" came to mine when the hero tells five or six thugs on a train that were looking to mug someone that he was going to "fuck them up" and then proceeded to do so.

So clearly no chickens nuggets hit me in the back of the head and I didn't go into hard man Hollywood mode, I sis think about it afterwards and decided that it is a knock on effect from what a player perceives ad the marginal call in poker going against them and then then get blown out of the game with a stand up night night good game type shit comment and they think that it's all okay, but then they run into twats on train and the true resentment of the injustice of being out of the poker game takes a baring.

So that's me up to date, Tuesday, Luton G £70 game, who knows...

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Yes I know I've used the word intellectual three times in this blog, read into it what you will, good night...

So. in no particular order how to right a blog when you really haven'y got jack shit to talk about on poker............. so I will just throw out a load o observations., I was on my way up to the Vic and on the St Allbans train platform there is a guy with shorts on and on the back of one calf he has a tattoo of an ice cream about six inches tall and on the other calf, he has a tattoo of the Dali Llama obviously, a very spiritual individual with a sweet tooth!

On another occasion, coming back tow o'clock in the morning I'm on St Pancreas platform with forty minutes to the next train and I get accosted by an obvious class "A" drug user who requests me to allow him to use my phone, to phone his mate at Hendon, to meet him at the station, to which I declined, whereupon, he states "I won't nick you phone mate" here, you can hold on to this fifty pound note which he now thrusts at me, my answer i still no, you're alright mate... I've no idea what his scam was, presumably the fifty was a fake and at the point of getting it back, he would ask for change for what ever reason............. Still not my problem as he can fuck right of on the horse that he rode into town on.

On a happier note, I will relay an old story which still makes me smile.

TBC

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WOW... SEVEN REPLIES FROM MY LOYAL AVID PUBIC... I am reminded of when I first discovered the internet and You-tube and I saw a dear little old lady of about fifty five years of age! looking like the sort of old dear you would see as a lollipop lady outside the school, with her home in the background that all looked like it could do with a lick of paint and new carpets, but she was absolutely cock-a-hoop that she had got fifty people that had liked whatever post or Facebook type thing she had done... And some trendy wannabe Barbie look-a-like was talking to her from her home, more likely her parents home, where everything was like a show-house and the Barbie comments were....... "Err yeah you got fifty likes...well, if you got five thousand likes that would be something...or even five hundred likes in short space of time...but if you are happy with fifty likes that's great for you, I don't know what else I can say"................................................ Picture goes back to lollipop lady and she is totally crushed, her self-esteem from the victory she'd had with her fifty new friends that liked her had just been totally pissed on by some entitled wannabe but never will be internet screen diva... I really felt for the old girl, but the diva was cute looking worthy of a yes, I won't ... in your mouth, oops I lied.


NIRVANA.......Great to hear from you Glen, I can truly say that if I was abducted by aliens and after they'd finished probing me and put me in a molecular restructuring experimental machine and then fire me through a time machine back to earth where I arrive as a sexy flower power sixties chick and bumped into you at some High Gate party where you with all your tats and intellectual rapier wit would have a good chance of taking me home unless of course David Bowie wandered in.

4 K Suited.......Hello sir, thanks for the comments and should I ever make it big in Hollywood and be looking for the new terminator that turns into mercury as he walks through things, you can certainly audition.

BOODER.......Hi there, think I last saw you when we were both up at Nottingham and staying at the Highland B&B, seem to remember you pointed me in the direction of a worth while pub up the road, should mention the night on the piss as I had qualified at my first attempt at the DTD and the second day was Sunday leaving me free for another piss-up.......just realiised it's all bout me!

RED DOG.......Thanks for your non comment, should I find myself in charge of the BBC in need of a poker pundit, I'd have no hesitation in calling upon you as you are clearly the Alan Titmarsh of the Poker world.

TOMYTATS.......Hi thanks for the comments nice to appreciated.

POKER POPS.......Hi thanks for the comment as for never having met me, just think if me as a ship you see on the horizon when you are at the seaside and you think to yourself I wonder where that's going probably somewhere interesting, but hey ho I'll sod off along the beach and see if i can find some seashells.


AND NOW FOR THE WALL OF SHAME...or as it is sometimes known the lazy tossers that couldn't be bothered to throw Tom a bone.

CHOMPY...sigh, I don't why I bother, standard

VINNIE...sometimes known as the Sicilian

LUCKY ALAN...largest collection of blue and whit stripey shirts of any poker player

DINO...essential part of the Luton Holy Poker Trilogy

CHINA MAN...he of the no I haven't got any DVD's for sale

GREAT BOD...to poker what Marilyn was to Hollywood

TIGHT END...man of few words, but I do recall him saying "and on the final table they are now reduced to begging for a walk"

WELL MY LITTLE KNUCKLE-DRAGGERS IT'S BEEN A MOTION.

More Posts to follow, you brought it in yourselves....................

So my little honeysuckles what has been happening with your poker super hero well I can tell you hot of the press I have just got in from the three hammers pub suitably lubricated with London Pride @ £2.89 per pint Monday and Thursdays Ember Inns chain and it's time to do a poker blog.  Although I will just mention that I noticed when I went to the little boys room, the urinals on the wall were set out with a small one furthest in the corner, then a larger one, then a small one, then a large one and it was only after my third visit that i got to thinking was the size discrepancy in the porcelain due to cock size or so that the more intoxicated can have a larger target to aim at, not being sure and not wanting someone to come in and see me at the pencil prick porcelain, I decided to piss in the sink and really impress them.

On poker went to the Luton 360 plus 40 game (God knows why Uncle Fester thinks it's okay to charge £40.00 juice I can only surmise he's saving for a hair transplant) managed to get it all in having slow played jacks and a flop coming queen, jack four with two hearts original raiser I check to he bets 1200 I raise to 6200 he goes all in and I think if he's got a set of queens, life's a bitch and call him, he has king ten of hearts so he's straightening and flushing, turn I'm still winning river I'm standing up and saying nice hands as I walk away.

And home and bed, can't even remember whether I whacked a porn channel on and whacked one off.

So a few days pass and our hero has got it into his mind to travel up to London to the Vic for the fifty plus ten satellite to win a 550 ticket they usually make four tickets so for a super grinder good value.......

TBC

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I have a theory that possibly I'm in a parallel universe and i'm typing into a disconnected keyboard as no one of the 200 or so hit/readers bother their arse to give a reply comment,

That being the case, unless i get a reply and comment on my Nobel prize winning literature, even if it's what the hell are you doing hanging around men's toilets pissed out your head pretending to be drying a wet patch on your trouser font that you felt the need to unzip and air the one eyed spitting cobra  under the hot air blower for any punters to wander in and comment on, get therapy you sad fuck.  Or wow I find your insight into the inner realms of the poker scene most invigorating.

Unless I get a comment, me type no more.......

so it looks like its all down to the lottery tickets then as the vic was no good for me .....400 down the swanney....small pain relief as it was part of a 550 ticket i won but no pay day.....so tommorrow 50 plus ten satalite at 7.00pm here i come should make 5 tickets ish worth 550 each ....whats not to like....

was it eppstein that said the sign of maddess is to do the same actions time and time again and be suprised when the result remains the same.....

on the train home read that some arse hole has shot 5 people dead before turning the gun on himself .....suggestion to the next arse hole turn the gun on yourself first.

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So i went to the vic last tuesday for the 180 plus 20.....like to know what uncle fester is doing with all those 20s .....played really well as usual and from 80 runners got blown out 23rd no complaints just did not get any of the good stuff when needed and the 8k 16k 16k structure got me ....sad
so io am up there on the train today friday the 13th to do it all again ....eventually i will get the good stuff and win 15k   20k   40k and when that happens i will be able to buy a train ticket instead of hiding in the toilets all the time.

so setting of at 3.45pm ish pass the two pianos and on to destiny .............must get lotto ticket in case in the very unlikely event i dont win at the vic.

How do all my little loyal fans and all others who find themselves late of the night and nothing better to do than reads this. 

Sssssssooo now that the Covid-19 has lifted a bit our intrepid hero has decided to venture out among the great unwashed, for a game of poker, so pop down to Luton G and found that I was able to walk out with 1073 being first prize on the Friday game. Got home totally shagged and watched U-Tube for an hour to relax.  So what could possibly make it better.............  I know I'll pop up to the Vic for their fifty plus ten satellite to win a £550 ticket............. Got to the final table and next one out gets nothing, one after that gets three fifty's worth of tickets and I have enough chips to coast it and probably get a ticket anyway... but then again you never know... So the Kid on my right raises 12000 to play and I look down at queens and o into dwell-up mode, if I win this hand, I guaranteed a seat, if I lose, I will be reduced in chips to squabbling with the other low stack over whose going to win the 350 prize and I am seriously thinking about passing.  If I had one of those ladies self pleasuring buzzing rubber toys, I would have dropped it on the table vibrating, pulsating point first and if it bounced towards the dealer (which might have surprised her somewhat) I move all in or if the item in question bounced towards me I would pass, but not having such an item on my person (honestly) for what ever reason, I raised all in.

Now the Kid goes into the think tank and I really don't want him to call, so in order to help him not call, I look at him and say... "don't do it to yourself mate"... To which he takes a further two seconds then declares "I'm all in!" and turns over his pair of nines as I show my pair of queens.  Much to the delight of the low stack.

Flop comes first four cards, nothing for him, but another diamond will give him a flush to win....... Well diamonds may be a girls best friend, but they are thankfully scarce on the ground when the fifth card is turned over.  He's out I'm in and he's barely away from the table, when the other players are condemning his crap play, none more so than the short stack who now has 350....... He's all in the next hand and loses, so happy days, I've got a 550 ticket.

Downstairs roulette two five pound chips for my usual bet of 7/11 split and 28/29 split with a view to pressing it like a mother fucker if it comes in, as a get back at the casino for all the years of them taking money.  Had to wait and watch a load of idiots smearing chips over the roulette table like a child let lose to put chocolate spread on his own sandwich...  Then, my table came along and I place the bet.............................. and lose.

Outside walk to Edgeware Road rube station, and I've just missed the last tube! so no roulette I would have made the tube, but gave me the opportunity to view and hear some London night life up close.  The first one is a gentleman from the 'warm islands' who wanders up toward the bus stop, talks to himself and uttering confrontational closing statements to himself and I'm thinking, "please don't talk to me!" ..... I won that one as he positions himself at the far end of the bus stop and continues his argument with himself...  The next couple look like hardworking cleaning staff that have just come off their shift and they keep their won company.  And then comes the 'cherry on the cake'............. Bumbling up the road comes this 45ish aged man, looks like a bum you would see handing out of a pub on the Edgeware Road and he's got a younger, maybe 28 year old female in attendance who has a voice that screeches and grates like the bird off the old advert on TV about ("no, I come from Luton airport") and they are oblivious to everyone around them as they discuss their earlier evening activities two meters away from me.  And then I hear, to use the term loosely, a female voice hollering up the street "hey Mick" to which the girl close to me responds and this skank comes trotting up the road and proceeds to do a drugs deal to the couple in front of me and others.  Having done the deal, skank two, not forgetting her opportunity to up-sell to her existing base wishes them a good evening and enjoy yourself as she trots off down the road.

Now I don't consider myself a prude, but to go from an environment where people are gambling in thousands to a short walk up the road to experience the arse end of society up close, is thought provoking.  The skanks are someones daughter, someones sister and no doubt had dreams and aspirations when they were 12-15-18 all of which didn't involve ending up as class A, thin as a rake, drug users.......

Likewise the man, no doubt had dreams and aspirations, but he doesn't have tits so he doesn't matter.......

On train home, knackered the next day, but you will be glad to hear your hero is thinking of going to the Luton G for their 70 plus 10 dealer dealt on 3/7/21 which is tomorrow.  See you then my little cat purr pumpkins.

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So Mr B thanks for the best wishes of good luck in the five hundred plus fifty which I had managed to use my amazing poker skills, intellect and charisma to obtain a ticket for. 

Unfortunately this wannabee hero finished his mcflurry ice cream sitting on a propped up ladder under some scaffolding on a building opposite the Vic then proceeded into the Vic and it was all downhill from then on.  Never mind roaring at the TV if you'd seen the number of ways I managed to fuck myself in all available placements, you would be throwing the TV out the window and I would hold the window open for you, i was that bad!

The highlight was I heard the, oh so familiar voice of she that announces, "take your seats" and the antes are etc., and look over to see one of the two girls that to all the Luton regs became the first ladies of poker, one of whom was always scrounging for a kit-kat in her black and white polka dot top and black slacks, the amount of times I gave that girl good tips, like go blonde and even inquired, did she have a younger sister?  But tonight we're lucky, we've got the good looking one!  I won't embarrass her by naming names here, enough to say, if you were to say her name six time in a row, it would sound like a fie engine roaring past.  She comes down towards my table and I just know she looks upon me as the George Clooney/Chippendale of the poker scene and when she sees me, her first impulse will be to let out a "oh so feminine squeal of delight" and leap into my lap and curl up and start purring whilst occasionally nibbling my earlobe.
So here she comes and there are about six people she is saying hi to, she even knows their names, then she sees me and yes her face does light up, but with a stoic resolve and control, like someone concealing the fact that they have flopped a straight flush against the other players ace flush, she keeps it all in, but she and I both know deep down inside where it matters...

So that was the highlight, everything else was hot sweaty train journey home, which is encapsulated in the famous saying... "loser can make their won arrangements!"


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Checked the stats again, my mistake, it wasn't 2000 pleas for me to blog, or even two pleas.  Turns out it was one person who contacted me twice and they originate from the wrong side of Hadrians Wall............. Again it wouldn't be right to name them here, enough to say he's a good guy, pretty good poker player and his name would fit in the gaps here J_ _ _ e am I as good as him, who knows.

Next blog when i feel like it, providing don't get any banning orders...

Stay safe, be happy, smile, feel the love and don't slow play kings...

TBC  so on we go with the story of Tom's trip to London on the night of the big footie game between the beer swilling home side and the pasta munching wannabees.  Our hero has dashed his hopes in the big game by making the classic mistake of getting the ball in where he is a 60/40 favorite and indeed when he was a 80/20 favorite.  But as is often the case gets his arse handed to him in a doggy bag.

The footie game at the time of our hero stumbling away from the tables was with 15 mins of extra time to play and the score being 1-1 to both teams.  So the thought set is if he gets out quick, he may miss a load of the "here we go, here we go, its coming home, its coming home" largered up splendid specimens of British culture.  But still took time to whack ten pounds on roulette on the way out as the desire to shove it right up the Vic is always there and what do you know five on corner number 7/11 and five on number 28/29 the only debt worth having... and 29 came in, so fifty on 29 five splits all round and I've got my own personal penalty shoot out taking place... useless ball doesn't even hit the cross bar more like miss kick ends up in the litter bin.  And so our hero is out into the streets...

And the first thing we notice is the abundance lack of people in the walk to Edgeware Road tube station and those that I do pass are avidly looking at their phones and talking biblical dialects, on the tube again few people with phones in hand and into St Pancreas and the walk of the two pianos, no roaring from any of the zombie waling dead that drift past, no distance echo from bars that forty minutes ago had groups of a hundred all singing at the tops of their voices as if they had all collectively stumbled through a curtain and found themselves on the stage of BGT and the only thing they could think to do was chant "it's coming home, it's coming home"  So it's a bit like me really, only I know what my score is as this time.

Onto train, same again, people with phones super glued to wrist and apparently is going to be penalties, off the train at St Albans, walking out the back entrance, I see a girl rail worker on the next platform phone in hand.  I call across, "the match how's it going" and I think she said something about Maza has just taken or about to take a penalty shot and I wander on grateful that all the yahoos haven't been let out of the pubs yet and onto my train to invade my wound licking from the bitch slapping I had received yet again.   As I pass the Horn of Plenty pub I hear someone inside roaring, of course the goal keeper knew that he would kick it that side, what was he thinking about, what a wanker... fffing hell.  Leaving the pub behind, I pass a parked taxi, again just a driver phone in hand, face illuminated by the screen and he's talking advise to the player as to what the player should do, I determine that we are now into penalty kicks and it's not going the way millions of wannabee Beckamnites would ideally write the script, into my Landrover which I still bought, knowing that they are infamous for the sunroofs leaking in the rain and boy this one is living up to its reputation and home.  Parked the motor a still silence all around, no roars, no shouts, no need to be Einstein to work this one out and upstairs to bed and the land of nod and the images of hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs flitting across the green cloth and not a bloody football insight.
Just the distant noise of the disgruntled home wandering football Wildebeast that had so recently thundered across the Serengheti chanting "its coming home, its coming home" and now are mumbling with every eight word being fffing... welcome to my world of badbeats.


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Happy days i whent to the vic and got a 550 ticket for there mini main yesterday totaly knackered but back there friday for 12.00oclock      as liza minnelli said ....maybe this time ....rest of the world cup TBC can wait ....not keen on football anyway ....they stuck me in goal as the fat chunky kid at school and fired the football at the fat part of my thighs    bloody hurt too.....

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so having been pressured by my friends and fellow poker mates to put sweaty diggetts to key board here i go.......
also i have had over the last 6 months or so a couple of thousand pleas for me to post a poker blog in order to raise the quality of this here page......

THE QUESTION IS WHERE WERE YOU WHEM JFK WAS SHOT FROM THE GRASSY KNOLL OR WHEN THE FIRST MAN LANDED ON THE MOON ....ALLEGEDLY....OR WHEN MONICA LOUINSKA HAD A UN EXPECTED CLOTHES DRY CLEANING REQUIREMENT.....CHANCES ARE YOU CANT REMEMBER....

So i think it only fitting that i set down a record of where i was when england and italy had there kick about in the park with more people around the globe watching than ever watched debbie douse dallas....
I had heard that there was a 50 plus 10 game at the vic for a price of 550 ticket /credit for poker and figured as the previouse game final was finishing on that sunday there would be a wash of loose value players out of that game making value for the 550 ticket jobby ....so totaly addiquiet reasoning to travel up to the big city .....i decided to go by train and off i set

got to st albans railway station and there are quiete a few bods heading up to the city , large ammount of england football shirts and tell tell clinks from back packs from packs of stella artios beer bottles , good few bra less showing the odd hard pea nut thru the shirt as well...girls i hasten to mention ....any way movving on....on the train and all is good humour some one has had a fight with a bag of crisps in which the crisps lost and a section of the floor is suitable carpeted .....two youths go down the train as we travel to london with the odd ...its comeing home its comeing home chant interjected with the odd swear word they allso had a case of beers ...after they had passed a few minuetes two rail security guys swiftly followed and when the caught up with them in the next carriage loads of rauchause sining and banter erupted from there mates as presiumley the rail guys are trying to tell them no open beer bottles allowed.....good luck with that .

i get to st panchras and onto the tube to edgeware road the foot ball shirts and flags have bred like horny buck rabbits on viagra and with there number there are bottles of beer being drunk quiet openly also the debri discarded tins and bottles ....on the tube i sit and hear two groups talking about how they got there ttickets for 295 euros and have been offered 1000 to which the other group say would you take 5000 .....a bit like punters watching a roulete table and saying they were going to have 5000 on the nuber that has just come in ...if they knew what that number was and if they had 5000 and if and if and if.

i arrive out side the tube station the bronze statue of a window cleaner is still there and i trot on down to the vic

just checked my stats turns out it wasnt a couple of thousand pleas to blog here it was two....still my adoring pubic must be satisfied.

TBC

TBCUNLESSSOMEONEWANTSTOPAYMEASHITLOADOFMONEYNOTTO.

hi vinnie ,dont realy miss the live poker at the moment and as im a tosser at anything computer i dont bother with on line , had a chat with a luton g reg recently and i agreed that if the goliath was on i would probl;yu whack it for 5 x 100 so there must be a hunger for a live game lurking below the surface of lake placid tom a bit like the sort of yank film where 6 or 8 students decide to go skinnny dipping in a lake down river from a old secret abounded germ warfare bunker so in they plunge only for a thrashing of the water and piranna fish bitting the crap out of them.....me having buy ins .....
think i may post some old memories of luton g soon
stay safe

SO WHATS Bean happening IN TOMS HEAD THAT CAN BE REPEATED HERE WITHOUT HIM BEING ARRESTED.....got a ticket to the vic 1500 for thurs 31/1/20 got another credit for 1100 from vic to use on poker got a chop at luton g for 1300 and held up a felt tip bankskism saying....NINA NOW APPEARING AT THE VIC ....HOPE RAJ IS NOT THE JEALOUS TYPE ....
PLAYED VARIOUS SATS TRYING TO GET ANOTHER 1500 TICKET BUT GOT STUFFED WHEN I MADE THE USUAL MISTAKE OF GETTING IT IN AHEAD....

JUST GOT IN FROM PUB MOPNDAY SPECIAL OFFER 2.89 A PINT AVOIDED CHINESE TAKE AWAY GOT A REDUCED PRICE SAMDWICH FROMTESCOS WHICH WAS 69P CHICKEN HAM TOMATO AND MUSTARD WHICH I TOASTED ON A BIT OF FOIL UNDER THE GRILL AND PUT PEANUT BUTTER ON AND AM EATING WITH TWO CANS OF COLD JOHN SMITHS BITTER......NICE ........ALSO BAR OF BOURNVILE CHOCKL;ATE    ..........
THINK I MIGHT HAVE TO ADD A FOODIE SECTION TO MY BLOG....

THURS THE VIC ....BRING IT ON YOU POSSERS YOU YANKS YOU FRENCHIES AND RUSKIES YOU ARE GOING TO BE TOMMED.


o and i forgot to ask what have you bean doing



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