Vegas & The Aftermath - Diary

[booder]

This still going...cool. (and about to take the top spot in all-time views, unless Rob Young decides to build an annex or something)

Lots to catch up on. Is there any way to delete all boldie's comments from the thread so it doesn't take me as long? 

Oh Thomas..that hurts!..You've broken my little bald heart, my friend. 

pity it wasn't your fingers       

[boldie]

This still going...cool. (and about to take the top spot in all-time views, unless Rob Young decides to build an annex or something)

Lots to catch up on. Is there any way to delete all boldie's comments from the thread so it doesn't take me as long? 

Oh Thomas..that hurts!..You've broken my little bald heart, my friend. 

pity it wasn't your fingers       

[tikay]

Ignore 'em Boldie, I love feedback - any feedback. Even yours......I am that desperate.

[bobby1]

I must resist, I must resist.......Karabiner is my Betting Role-Model really - he hunts high & low for value, & just bets sensibly. My problem is the "sensibly" bit......


Ahem Tony, I wish I had the dough that I squandered between the times when I was twenty years old and thirty.

I was one of the ultimate fish, casinos (blackjack, roulette, dice, and especially poker in it's early form) were the bane of my life, amongst other things,  and of those who cared for me.

Sensibility came to me later in life, much later, but that as you say is another story....

You & me too, Ralph.

I went through all the gambler's phases.

Roulette - I had a system - we all did. (It was called losing). But I was in denial, as all Roulette plyers are. I backed, bizarrely, Prime Numbers, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31.

Then came Blackjack, & I could count cards with the best of them. Much better than Roulette. (It takes longer to do your dough). I gambled a lot on Blackjack in West Africa, (Gambia, Senegal & Sierra Leonne) over many years. I became friendly with an Italian Family, Mafia connected I assume, who controlled all the Casinos on the African West Coast, & dated their eldest Daughter for a while. At Christmas, we'd dine in a Lebanese Restaurant (yuk) in Gambia with assorted Gambian Government Ministers, & the Brown Envelopes were passed around freely. There I met a very rich Lebanese family - the Lebanese controlled the economy in West Africa in those days, & were known as "The African Jews". We played Volleyball on the Beach every day, & the Lebanese are very gifted Volleyball players.

Greyhounds exercised my mind for many a year, & I was a "face" at all the London Tracks of the time - Haringey, Hendon (now the site of Brent Cross Shopping Centre) 'Stow, Hackney, Catford, Crayford, Romford, White City, Slough (now a Sainsbury's), Wimbledon. I owned a few dogs, just Graders, & they are a cheap way to have great fun, but gambling on Greyhounds is real lottery material.

Snooker, too, & I backed a Pro in some Private Matches, always held in dodgy clubs during the wee small hours.

Horses were always my real thing, & I was a Member at Cheltenham for over 20 years. I have every Timeform (Flat) Annual up to about 1985, & every Timeform Hurdlers & Chasers to the same date, as well as a huge Library of Racehorse Breeding tomes, & many signed, original, antiquarian books on Men & Horses. I met Phil Bull several times, (he lived n Halifax) & he was a great hero of mine. He drove a Jaguar, & supped fine malt whisky from a cut-glass tumbler as he drove!

Spread Betting was next. I dread to think what that cost me. My last Spread Bet was on a Man Utd v Arsenal fixture at Old Trafford, I went for Arsenal Supremacy, & they got tonked about 5-0, or 6-1 I think. This'd be maybe 10 years ago.

So much fun, so much pain, so much money has slipped through my hands, but I always had some set aside, in Shares & stuff, & still do.

v Interesting stuff Tony, I was talking to Cupcake about snooker cash games over the weekend and he told a story of having a share in his mate in a match years ago against a  guy in North London. Years later he ran into his mate again and he tells John that the guy they played all those years ago was actually Ram Vaswani.

Small world innit.

[boldie]

Ignore 'em Boldie, I love feedback - any feedback. Even yours......I am that desperate.

Thanks TJ, fills my heart that does.

So are you going to join us mere mortals in Nottingham this weekend?

[tikay]

I must resist, I must resist.......Karabiner is my Betting Role-Model really - he hunts high & low for value, & just bets sensibly. My problem is the "sensibly" bit......


Ahem Tony, I wish I had the dough that I squandered between the times when I was twenty years old and thirty.

I was one of the ultimate fish, casinos (blackjack, roulette, dice, and especially poker in it's early form) were the bane of my life, amongst other things,  and of those who cared for me.

Sensibility came to me later in life, much later, but that as you say is another story....

You & me too, Ralph.

I went through all the gambler's phases.

Roulette - I had a system - we all did. (It was called losing). But I was in denial, as all Roulette plyers are. I backed, bizarrely, Prime Numbers, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31.

Then came Blackjack, & I could count cards with the best of them. Much better than Roulette. (It takes longer to do your dough). I gambled a lot on Blackjack in West Africa, (Gambia, Senegal & Sierra Leonne) over many years. I became friendly with an Italian Family, Mafia connected I assume, who controlled all the Casinos on the African West Coast, & dated their eldest Daughter for a while. At Christmas, we'd dine in a Lebanese Restaurant (yuk) in Gambia with assorted Gambian Government Ministers, & the Brown Envelopes were passed around freely. There I met a very rich Lebanese family - the Lebanese controlled the economy in West Africa in those days, & were known as "The African Jews". We played Volleyball on the Beach every day, & the Lebanese are very gifted Volleyball players.

Greyhounds exercised my mind for many a year, & I was a "face" at all the London Tracks of the time - Haringey, Hendon (now the site of Brent Cross Shopping Centre) 'Stow, Hackney, Catford, Crayford, Romford, White City, Slough (now a Sainsbury's), Wimbledon. I owned a few dogs, just Graders, & they are a cheap way to have great fun, but gambling on Greyhounds is real lottery material.

Snooker, too, & I backed a Pro in some Private Matches, always held in dodgy clubs during the wee small hours.

Horses were always my real thing, & I was a Member at Cheltenham for over 20 years. I have every Timeform (Flat) Annual up to about 1985, & every Timeform Hurdlers & Chasers to the same date, as well as a huge Library of Racehorse Breeding tomes, & many signed, original, antiquarian books on Men & Horses. I met Phil Bull several times, (he lived n Halifax) & he was a great hero of mine. He drove a Jaguar, & supped fine malt whisky from a cut-glass tumbler as he drove!

Spread Betting was next. I dread to think what that cost me. My last Spread Bet was on a Man Utd v Arsenal fixture at Old Trafford, I went for Arsenal Supremacy, & they got tonked about 5-0, or 6-1 I think. This'd be maybe 10 years ago.

So much fun, so much pain, so much money has slipped through my hands, but I always had some set aside, in Shares & stuff, & still do.

v Interesting stuff Tony, I was talking to Cupcake about snooker cash games over the weekend and he told a story of having a share in his mate in a match years ago against a  guy in North London. Years later he ran into his mate again and he tells John that the guy they played all those years ago was actually Ram Vaswani.

Small world innit.

Wow, that is amazing. I happen to know a little more about Ram's snooker exploits, & backer, than I can Post on here..... Nothing improper, like, but a bit "what goes off on Tour, stays on Tour" sorta thing. No Kiss & Tell here.

[RED-DOG]

Just Kiss & Allude?

[tikay]

Ignore 'em Boldie, I love feedback - any feedback. Even yours......I am that desperate.

Thanks TJ, fills my heart that does.

So are you going to join us mere mortals in Nottingham this weekend?

I'd forgotten all about it until Chinese Frankie reminded me last night. (He's from China, goes by the name Frankie - you'll damn well know him when you hear him, & he's playing it).

I had planned to go to Blackpool on Saturday, maybe with Chili &/or Tom, for their £200, & at present, that remains the deal. But I spotted the Thread on Live Poker about this, & am trying to find out what the Structure is.

I've pretty much abandoned playing Big Buy-In Events, & rarely go above £500 these days, but I only play £500-ers & the occasional £1,000-er if they are well-structured. I do OK in sub £500 Events, & make enough cashes at that level to do as I please, always have cash in my pocket, don't need a Sponsor,  & never touch my savings, & I'm sort of content at that level now. Anyway, I'll take a look at the Structure & then decide. It's 10 minutes from my home, & Blackpool is best part of 3 hours.......but than I never did do sensible.

[tikay]

Just Kiss & Allude?

Not much kissing, lots of alluding though.

[tikay]

Post Of The Month Nomination.

Tucked away in the back of the Forum, in a lightly trafficked but very useful snoopy-inspired Section - Poker Festivals - which most of you will not have seen, was this purler.

snoops wrote this, of the Sussex Masters.....

Looks like a good event with plenty of affordable comps for the average circuit player

Portfolio then asked, tongue, one suspects, firmly-in-cheek.......

quantify  average please.

To which our resident Witster, one Red-Dog replied in such a manner as to doubtless require several new keyboards.....

Fat/Awkward 

He's not wrong.

[Karabiner]

Whilst I was chatting to Phil Quayle on Saturday, somehow or other we got to chatting about the Rheingold/Henry Zeisal story which had been mentioned in this diary earlier and I suddenly remembered the whole story.

One of my mother's greatest friends was a lady named Hazel Lyon who's husband Ronnie was some kind of property tycoon in the 1960's/'70's. She loved racing and lived near Ascot so it was only natural that she should at some point buy a horse. She had become friendly with quite a few trainers as a frequent race-goer and was eventually given the choice of two yearling colts. She picked the "prettiest" one which I think never won a race, and Henry Zeisal ended up with the other one who turned out to be, yes you guessed it, Rheingold.

[tikay]

Whilst I was chatting to Phil Quayle on Saturday, somehow or other we got to chatting about the Rheingold/Henry Zeisal story which had been mentioned in this diary earlier and I suddenly remembered the whole story.

One of my mother's greatest friends was a lady named Hazel Lyon who's husband Ronnie was some kind of property tycoon in the 1960's/'70's. She loved racing and lived near Ascot so it was only natural that she should at some point buy a horse. She had become friendly with quite a few trainers as a frequent race-goer and was eventually given the choice of two yearling colts. She picked the "prettiest" one which I think never won a race, and Henry Zeisal ended up with the other one who turned out to be, yes you guessed it, Rheingold.

What an amazing tale Ralph, & Racehorse Ownership is littered with such as that - but to miss a priceless Gem such as Rheingold, well, how do you ever get over that?

I believe Rheingold was of limited success at Stud, throwing mostly stayers (sadly, soooo unfashionable these days), but that would not have prevented him standing at a considerable Fee for a few years, I imagine.

[tikay]

Whilst I was chatting to Phil Quayle on Saturday, somehow or other we got to chatting about the Rheingold/Henry Zeisal story which had been mentioned in this diary earlier and I suddenly remembered the whole story.

One of my mother's greatest friends was a lady named Hazel Lyon who's husband Ronnie was some kind of property tycoon in the 1960's/'70's. She loved racing and lived near Ascot so it was only natural that she should at some point buy a horse. She had become friendly with quite a few trainers as a frequent race-goer and was eventually given the choice of two yearling colts. She picked the "prettiest" one which I think never won a race, and Henry Zeisal ended up with the other one who turned out to be, yes you guessed it, Rheingold.

I bet you two are lke a pair of old women when you get together! Sort of Daddy & Grandaddy.

If I may self-indulge, just for a moment, I'm actually totally flattered that I should have penned something which stuck in your minds such that it led to a conversation on the topic.

Beware, I may write some Football stuff in the next day or two....... not for the squeamish, though, & I have no fears of recriminations from th FA Top Brass, as I'm pretty sure they can't read. Folks with the Combined Mental Age of 18 months rarely can.

[bobby1]

Whilst I was chatting to Phil Quayle on Saturday, somehow or other we got to chatting about the Rheingold/Henry Zeisal story which had been mentioned in this diary earlier and I suddenly remembered the whole story.

One of my mother's greatest friends was a lady named Hazel Lyon who's husband Ronnie was some kind of property tycoon in the 1960's/'70's. She loved racing and lived near Ascot so it was only natural that she should at some point buy a horse. She had become friendly with quite a few trainers as a frequent race-goer and was eventually given the choice of two yearling colts. She picked the "prettiest" one which I think never won a race, and Henry Zeisal ended up with the other one who turned out to be, yes you guessed it, Rheingold.

Ralph, shall I tell him the Argentinian football bad beat?

[Karabiner]

Whilst I was chatting to Phil Quayle on Saturday, somehow or other we got to chatting about the Rheingold/Henry Zeisal story which had been mentioned in this diary earlier and I suddenly remembered the whole story.

One of my mother's greatest friends was a lady named Hazel Lyon who's husband Ronnie was some kind of property tycoon in the 1960's/'70's. She loved racing and lived near Ascot so it was only natural that she should at some point buy a horse. She had become friendly with quite a few trainers as a frequent race-goer and was eventually given the choice of two yearling colts. She picked the "prettiest" one which I think never won a race, and Henry Zeisal ended up with the other one who turned out to be, yes you guessed it, Rheingold.

Ralph, shall I tell him the Argentinian football bad beat?

Yes Phil as that was what triggered my memory, alas I was trying to remember what it was