Vegas & The Aftermath - Diary

[Laxie]

   This tale might get longer coverage than the AK fold..............

[Colchester Kev]

It was hilarious ....

grandad cried

Me & Rooks did too ...... WITH LAUGHTER !

[tikay]

So me & the two Billys retire to the Bar, it's 4am, & all is well with the world, I have £1,300 in my lucy from the Comp - sorry - £895 -  & we are quaffing pots of delicious dtd Tea - real chinas pots, & silver spoons, you know, Even a sugarbowl, and a milk jug. Proper posh.

And the TV is blaring away to itself. It's one of those "Adtorials", for a device to aid amateurs doing bricklaying. Jolly clever, too. And in the "you are all stupid, so try this for size" coups, they give this device to an 85 year old Granny, she uses it, & then they superimpose pics of whole Housing Estates she can now build. And I'm. like, fascinated by the naivety of all this. "What you looking at?" says Boy Wonder.

So I seize my chance. Well, it's not widely known, but I'm a bit of an expert on bricks, I know 'em inside out.

So I give it the full "and Gosney's soul finally leaves his body" thing, & their eyes glaze over.

Stasffordshire Blues - Class a - Southwater Reds - Class B, Flettons - common & facing, London Stocks (always second-hand of course), bla bla bla, I drone on enthusiastically. And we somehow get to frogs - brick frogs. And neither Rooks nor Kev KNOW what a brick frog is! I mean - these are Adults - well, Kev is. So I explain what a brick frog is, & then we go on to extruded, pressed, Staffodshire Blues & Southwater Reds - no Frog, but extrusion holes, handmade bricks, size of bricks, to the exact quarter of an inch, how many - & of each type - there are per ton. Naturally. I followed that with a detailed explanation of my City & Guilds Brickwork & Masonry Examination, which, sadly, I failed. (My arch decomposed/fell down).

I think I can safely say they won't mess with me again. They were screaming for mercy, & at that point, we decided to curtal the evening. They said something about some paint that needed watching, whilst it dried.

[Colchester Kev]

So me & the two Billys retire to the Bar, it's 4am, & all is well with the world, I have £1,300 in my lucy from the Comp - sorry - £895 -  & we are quaffing pots of delicious dtd Tea - real chinas pots, & silver spoons, you know, Even a sugarbowl.

And the TV is blaring away to itself. It's one of those "Adtorials", for a device to aid amateurs doing bricklaying. Jolly clever, too. And in the "you are all stupid, so try this for size" coups, they give this device to an 85 year old Granny, she uses it, & then they superimpose pics of whole Housing Estates she can now build. And I'm. like, fascinated by the naivety of all this. "What you looking at?" says Boy Wonder.

So I seize my chance. Well, it's not widely known, but I'm a bit of an expert on bricks, I know 'em inside out.

So I give it the full "and Gosney's soul finally leaves his body" thing, & their eyes glaze over.

Stasffordshire Blues - Class a - Southwater Reds - Class B, Flettons - common & facing, London Stocks (always second-hand of course), bla bla bla, I drone on enthusiastically. And we somehow get to frogs - brick frogs. And neither Rooks nor Kev KNOW what a brick frog is! I mean - these are Adults - well, Kev is. So I explain what a brick frog is, & then we go on to extruded, pressed, Staffodshire Blues & Southwater Reds - no Frog, but extrusion holes, handmade bricks, size of bricks, to the exact quarter of an inch, how many - & of each type - there are per ton. Naturally. I followed that with a detailed explanation of my City & Guilds Brickwork & Masonry Examination, which, sadly, I failed. (My arch decomposed/fell down).

I think I can safely say they won't mess with me again. They were screaming for mercy, & at that point, we decided to curtal the evening. They said something about some paint that needed watching, whilst it dried.

Rooks and I cried after that ... with boredom !!!

I asked one of the bar staff if he could pop to lost property and see if anyone had handed in a will to live, cos me and rooks had both lost ours !!!

[tikay]

lmao..you gave up 500 of your holy bankroll because 2 punks made chicken noises?

Look, I MADE A MISTAKE, right? You don't have to remind me, I'm not daft, & your stupid comments will not get under my skin. OK, you Teutonic hair-challenged midget?

[Snatiramas]

lmao..you gave up 500 of your holy bankroll because 2 punks made chicken noises?

Look, I MADE A MISTAKE, right? You don't have to remind me, I'm not daft, & your stupid comments will not get under my skin. OK, you Teutonic hair-challenged midget?
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ah...the cold detached view of the poker professional

[The_duke]

With apologies to the Bill and his Hamlet

To chop, or not to chop: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous railers,
Or to take arms against a couple of chickens,,
And by opposing end them? To chop, to continue;
No more; and by my bankroll, to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand veiled innuendos
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To chop, to continue;
To continue:  perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that continuation what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's no respect
That makes calamity of two young whipper snappers;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of brain dead chickens
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised decisions , the law's very clear,
The insolence of Kev and the spurns of Rookie
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When they themselves always mistakes make
With a bare faced cheek? who would suffer fools,
To grunt and sweat under the weary pressure,
But that the dread of something after losing £500,
The undiscover'd card room from whose soul is bared
No traveller returns, puzzles at the lack of paint
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that don’t know their arse from their elbow?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution to never chop
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their comments turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Tikay ! Player of great proportions
Be all my sins remember'd. (and ignore the bastards)

[tikay]

Before I write what will probably be way too much about a simply wonderful weekend at dtd, & about some of the characters, & stories, there, first I need go go back to Wednesday, & an all-night Cash Game at Luton, in the DC.

Jim McShane organised it - we are gonna miss him so much - & we polled up at 7pm for an early start.

I'd had a bad cash week the previous week, & I needed to get a grip, & pull some back, so I decided to tighten up & be more selective. I had £1,500 in my pocket - 3 x £500 - and I was determined to come out ahead, so I initially sat down with £500.

First hand, it's 4 card High, I'm holding, in the BB, 7-7-x-x, & there is £30 in the Pot from 6 limps. The flop was K-K-7, & there had not been any pre-flop action.

I check, & the Button - the ever wily Gino - throws in a fiver. A fiver, into a £30 Pot. On the Button. Well yes, I know, he could have K-7 in the hole, but it's unlikely, & it looks like a cheap nick to me. I arrogantly go £5 with £5, & he calls. He's exposed now.

A blank turn & check from me sees him Bet £25 now, I Call, but I still don't believe him, ditto on River, this time for £50, & he shows K-7. I've done the best part of £100 on the very first hand to a dumb play.

As it happens, that probably did me a favour, because I was internally steaming with myself.

A few hands later - in fact, exactly one Orbit, as Gino has the Button again - & this time, I flop Nines full on a 9-A-5 flop, & with no pre-betting, nobody has Aces. And Gino gets busy again, & I think about this carefully. And Fold my Nines Full. And he shows his Aces full.

And all of a sudden, my oh-so-fragile confidence returned, & I ended up almost £1k ahead on the night.

I suppose it does help to have not one, but TWO straight flushes in the first hour, too. In 4 Card High, I had one to the K, & Ambro had the Boat, but I let him off, by telling not to move in, the Pot was plenty already, & for some odd reason (I know, it makes no sense) I did not want him to stuff the lot in. Don't ask me to explain why, but there's some weird sort of ethicacy involved here. He's a great friend, it was a "friends" game, & there was time to skin him slowly, later. I did move in, Re-Raising him all-in, but implored him not to Call.

Then I got it again, in Super-Stud, almost sadly I did get the lot in this time, & poor Jim copped for a bad loss in a 4 figure Pot. Murray Brown told me afterwards that straight flushes are no big deal in Super-Stud, as we get 18% of the Pack through our hands. Still nice though, & amazingly, I had it in 5! AND the Low. Jim was drawing both ends, & missed the lot. (I'd also had a SF in S-S at dtd 3 days earlier).

I pretty much locked up after that, was not prepared to get into bingo pushaments, kept my pots small, & grinded it out. After a bad week, on & off the Table,  that was very satisfying.

The Luton blondes sense of mischief came to the fore, too. I was greeted the entire evening as "Jesus", & "YOU ARE OUR LEADER". I was trying to forget about all that stuff, I've gone all schtum on it, but I must say, that instant warmth cheered me up a treat. Bad days & good days, sunshine & showers.

[Claw75]

It was hilarious ....

grandad cried

Me & Rooks did too ...... WITH LAUGHTER !

  wish I'd hung around to see that!

[tikay]

With apologies to the Bill and his Hamlet

To chop, or not to chop: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous railers,
Or to take arms against a couple of chickens,,
And by opposing end them? To chop, to continue;
No more; and by my bankroll, to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand veiled innuendos
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To chop, to continue;
To continue:  perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that continuation what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's no respect
That makes calamity of two young whipper snappers;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of brain dead chickens
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised decisions , the law's very clear,
The insolence of Kev and the spurns of Rookie
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When they themselves always mistakes make
With a bare faced cheek? who would suffer fools,
To grunt and sweat under the weary pressure,
But that the dread of something after losing £500,
The undiscover'd card room from whose soul is bared
No traveller returns, puzzles at the lack of paint
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that don’t know their arse from their elbow?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution to never chop
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their comments turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Tikay ! Player of great proportions
Be all my sins remember'd. (and ignore the bastards)

Wow!

Arise, to be en-Nobled, Sir Duke.

[tikay]

Quick-Quiz

Name the blonde billy who passed the ABSOLUTE NUTS on the end in the Omaha round of ROE Cash at dtd on Saturday night?

There were plenty of witnesses.

Name & shame.

[relaedgc]

"billy"

Lol. That word is like a contagion. Spreading all over the shop, now.

[KarmaDope]

Quick-Quiz

Name the blonde billy who passed the ABSOLUTE NUTS on the end in the Omaha round of ROE Cash at dtd on Saturday night?

There were plenty of witnesses.

Name & shame.

I wasn't there, but I'm guessing it was tikay...

[Claw75]

Quick-Quiz

Name the blonde billy who passed the ABSOLUTE NUTS on the end in the Omaha round of ROE Cash at dtd on Saturday night?

There were plenty of witnesses.

Name & shame.

couldn't have been me, I wouldn't even fold bottom pair.

[tikay]

"billy"

Lol. That word is like a contagion. Spreading all over the shop, now.

Yup. "billy" is the new "fish",or "mug". It's damning & affectionate at the same time.