For those wondering what this was all about, Lazaroonie offered to let me stay in his hotel room at Luton on Saturday night. Come 2am (after I'd spent a couple of hours in the maelstrom of a 6-card Omaha cash game) there was no sign of Laz. No one at the casino could say for certain where he was, or had a phone number for him.
As I can't log in to Blonde on my phone since the forum upgrade, Paul posted the above message with my phone number in case anyone had Laz's number. As it happens, no one did in time, so I hung about at Luton station for a couple of hours watching Battlestar Galactica on my media player before getting the first train back to London.
aaahhhhh, the old kipping at the station waitiing for the first train home, good days!!

It makes me think i just dont get that smashed anymore!! sad.
where was laz then, passed out in the room or still out on it?