Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[Laxie]

I smooth down my dress, clasp my handbag tightly to my bosom, and pass.

LMAOOOOOO!!!!!  I'm sorry.  Not funny from your point of view, but had me in stitches over here!!!   

[RED-DOG]

so the aggressive young black guy and the angry asian were beaten by the cunning gypsy

Not really, I wasn't trying to make it sound racist or anything. although when you paraphrase me like that, it reads different. I suppose it depends what you're looking for.

I tried to steer clear of the aggressive black guy, in fact I think that was the only time we tangled before he got moved. He had an Ali Mallu type personality, terrifying to play against, but great to talk to.

There is more of Mr Chundra later.

BTW- Capital G for Gypsy please.

[tikay]

I smooth down my dress, clasp my handbag tightly to my bosom, and pass.

Probably the best one-liner ever ever ever on blonde.........I now see Red as Les Dawson.

Keep it coming Tom, this is just terrific stuff, you are some writer, & I suggest your smiling countenance is connected with the old adage, "plump people are always cheerful".

[Chili]

Awesome stuff Tom. I have missed you the last couple of weeks at DTD so thank you for this diary otherwise I would be in drossvile more often x

[RED-DOG]

Awesome stuff Tom. I have missed you the last couple of weeks at dtd so thank you for this diary otherwise I would be in drossvile more often x

Nothing personal Maria, I've missed you too.

Just Brighton-Luton-Walsall distracting me. You know how it is with us world-wide playboys.

[77dave]

A great read Tom it feels like you are enjoying writing this blog as much as we all are enjoying reading it

[Compo]

Hurry up mate. I'm on air at 5.15

[taximan007]

I smooth down my dress, clasp my handbag tightly to my bosom, and pass.

Probably the best one-liner ever ever ever on blonde.........I now see Red as Les Dawson.

My thoughts exactly, as i read it.

[RED-DOG]

I duck and dive for a while with my now somewhat less than average stack. A shorty gets moved to our table and pushes for 8k, I wake up with A J and assume I’m in front, I call and he flips over A K. The board comes Q 10 x x K. I don’t see that I have caught the straight, and am busy congratulating him as he tries his best to make me let go of his hand so that he can leave the table.

I manage to steal a couple with position and then Steve Jelinek raised my blind, again.
I look down and find pocket fours, I quickly push all in. Steve gives me a knowing look and passes. To my chagrin, I hear myself exhale loudly. I think I scared myself more than I scared him.   

We get down to 13 players at the break. When we return, we have been moved into that private room that Walsall use for their finals. I don’t like it in there, it’s all sort of isolated, there’s no proper card room atmosphere. I suppose it’s like that when you play in a TV studio.

Once again I’m on the short handed table, but thankfully they drop like flies and in no time at all, it’s hand for hand. There is a shorter stack than me at the table, but I’m in poor shape. There has been no mention of a saver.

I decide not to hang about waiting for someone to fall, and I move all in on every unraised pot.

I do it about 5 times, it’s buttock clenchingly tense, but no one looks me up, and I drag myself out of immediate danger.

I’m absolutely dying for a wee, but I daren’t leave the table at this stage, so I resort to crossing my legs and biting the collar of my shirt. Mercifully, the bubble bursts before my bladder.

Forgive me for not knowing the names of all the finalists,  (I refer you to the title of this thread).

Seat 1: Pretty girl with big chips (no making your own jokes up)

Seat 2: Essie Jhandupour (sp?)

Seat 3: Steve Holden’s significant other. Nice lady with a short stack and a solid, if somewhat tight game.

Seat 4: Handsome… talented… young… OK, me.

Seat 5: Big, tough-looking boyfriend of pretty girl in seat 1. (I realised this after much flirting and lots of scowls)

Seat 6: Quiet young Chinese looking man with good chips.

Seat7: Bloke I know well but can’t remember his name.

Seat 8: The inimitable Mr Chundra with average chips.

Seat 9: Steve Jelinek.

Mr Chundra didn’t play a hand until he was down to 4k with blinds at 1500/3000. Then after posting his big blind and having a single 1k chip left, someone raised and he passed.

Predictably, his forced all in was called by everyone and equally predictably, he won the pot. He then went on the rampage and got up to about 3rd in chips.

First out (I think) was Bloke whose name I can’t remember. He pushed his short stack in from mid position and Steve Holden’s bird called from the big blind.

Bloke had KK but Mrs H’s JQ rivered a straight.

Mr Chundra bit the dust when he made a huge overbet from the button. Steve Jelinek re-raised him all in and, inexplicably, he passed.

The next hand, he called a raise from the Chinese guy and they saw a Q high flop. China moves all in and Mr C called in a heartbeat with 10 high, no hand no draw. Go figure.

Essie had good chips but he got involved with in a raise, re-raise every street war with Steve. When the third heart rivered on a flushing, straighting, paired up board, he fired out a magnificent all in bluff for the not inconsiderable remainder of his chips. Unfortunately Steve had the full house so it was an easy call.

Mrs Holden was by now very short of chips. It was her big blind and she warned us, “I’m so short, I have to push with any two” She got her walk.

The next hand was my big blind and I warned her “Your so short, I have to call with any hand” It was passed around to her, and she pushed.

I had 8 3os. The blinds were 3000/6000 and it was only another 7k to call, I didn’t expect her to turn over KK, but I hit an 8 on the flop and a 3 on the river, ouch!

Soon after that, I was on the small blind and found A 8, it was passed around to me and although I could have seen a couple more rounds I decided to try to do some damage before my push became an auto call. I moved all in and the boyfriend in the big blind called immediately.

He had JJ, I didn’t get any help, it was goodnight Vienna. I was out for £1720.



Roll on next Saturday. It’s the £300 at dtd, I will be 2/3lbs lighter, and tikay will be even fatter and older than he is now.

It doesn’t get any better. I’m such a lucky man.

[bobby1]

I duck and dive for a while with my now somewhat less than average stack. A shorty gets moved to our table and pushes for 8k, I wake up with A J and assume I’m in front, I call and he flips over A K. The board comes Q 10 x x K. I don’t see that I have caught the straight, and am busy congratulating him as he tries his best to make me let go of his hand so that he can leave the table.

I manage to steal a couple with position and then Steve Jelinek raised my blind, again.
I look down and find pocket fours, I quickly push all in. Steve gives me a knowing look and passes. To my chagrin, I hear myself exhale loudly. I think I scared myself more than I scared him.   

We get down to 13 players at the break. When we return, we have been moved into that private room that Walsall use for their finals. I don’t like it in there, it’s all sort of isolated, there’s no proper card room atmosphere. I suppose it’s like that when you play in a TV studio.

Once again I’m on the short handed table, but thankfully they drop like flies and in no time at all, it’s hand for hand. There is a shorter stack than me at the table, but I’m in poor shape. There has been no mention of a saver.

I decide not to hang about waiting for someone to fall, and I move all on every unraised pot.

I do it about 5 times, it’s buttock clenchingly tense, but no one looks me up, and I drag myself out of immediate danger.

I’m absolutely dying for a wee, but I daren’t leave the table at this stage, so I resort to crossing my legs and biting the collar of my shirt. Mercifully, the bubble bursts before my bladder.

Forgive me for not knowing the names of all the finalists,  (I refer you to the title of this thread).

Seat 1: Pretty girl with big chips (no making your own jokes up)

Seat 2: Essie Jhandupour (sp?)

Seat 3: Steve Holden’s significant other. Nice lady with a short stack and a solid, if somewhat tight game.

Seat 4: Handsome… talented… young… OK, me.

Seat 5: Big, tough-looking boyfriend of pretty girl in seat 1. (I realised this after much flirting and lots of scowls)

Seat 6: Quiet young Chinese looking man with good chips.

Seat7: Bloke I know well but can’t remember his name.

Seat 8: The inimitable Mar Chundra with average chips.

Seat 9: Steve Jelinek.

Mr Chundra didn’t play a hand until he was down to 4k with blinds at 1500/3000. Then after posting his big blind and having a single 1k chip left, someone raised and he passed.

Predictably, his forced all in was called by everyone and equally predictably, he won the pot. He then went on the rampage and got up to about 3rd in chips.

First out (I think) was Bloke whose name I can’t remember. He pushed his short stack in from mid position and Steve Holden’s bird called from the big blind.

Bloke had KK but Mrs H’s JQ rivered a straight.

Mr Chundra bit the dust when he made a huge overbet from the button. Steve Jelinek re-raised him all in and, inexplicably, he passed.

The next hand, he called a raise from the Chinese guy and they saw a Q high flop. China moves all in and Mr C called in a heartbeat with 10 high, no hand no draw. Go figure.

Essie had good chips but he got involved with in a raise, re-raise every street war with Steve. When the third heart rivered on a flushing, straighting, paired up board, he fired out a magnificent all in bluff for the not inconsiderable remainder of his chips. Unfortunately Steve had the full house so it was an easy call.

Mrs Holden was by now very short of chips. It was her big blind and she warned us, “I’m so short, I have to push with any two” She got her walk.

The next hand was my big blind and I warned her “Your so short, I have to call with any hand” It was passed around to her, and she pushed.

I had 8 3os. The blinds were 3000/6000 and it was only another 7k to call, I didn’t expect her to turn over KK, but I hit an 8 on the flop and a 3 on the river, ouch!

Soon after that, I was on the small blind and found A 8, it was passed around to me and although I could have seen a couple more rounds I decided to try to do some damage before my push became an auto call. I moved all in and the boyfriend in the big blind called immediately.

He had JJ, I didn’t get any help, it was goodnight Vienna. I was out for £1720.



Roll on next Saturday. It’s the £300 at dtd, I will be 2/3lbs lighter, and tikay will be even fatter and older than he is now.

It doesn’t get any better. I’m such a lucky man.

well played, it sounds like you had great fun.

[taximan007]

Absolute Class

[tikay]

Very nice Result once again Tom in your favourite-ist Comp. But worth more, to me, & I suspect most of us, is the best "from the Table" Tourney Report I've ever read. I think I'm gonna give up trying to "write" after reading this, it's Pure Genius.

And I'm torn between two visions - your words are so descriptive - smoothing down your dress & clasping your handbag close to your bosom - I'm assuming you tossed your hair back & pouted, too - and this gem......

I’m absolutely dying for a wee, but I daren’t leave the table at this stage, so I resort to crossing my legs and biting the collar of my shirt. Mercifully, the bubble bursts before my bladder

[ripple11]

 Nice cash Mr.Red......and a great read

[AndrewT]

Damn you Tom.

I'd just started writing a tourney report about my weekend at Luton and now I'll have to start again as the bar has been raised, strapped to a rocket and blasted into space.

[tikay]

Damn you Tom.

I'd just started writing a tourney report about my weekend at Luton and now I'll have to start again as the bar has been raised, strapped to a rocket and blasted into space.

I'm with you here Andrew, the damn man has become the Tourney Report equivelant of Annette Oberstrad, from nowhere he's become the King. And I knew he when he was not even plump.