Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[RED-DOG]

Helped a friend out today to run some cars in to the scrapyard. Turns out old man Penfold that owns it is a Gypsy, had these vans parked next to his house which is inside the scrapyard. Thought the pic maybe of interest to you Red.

Just love that old van, any idea of make/model Reenot?

Geo

It's a 1972-3 Austin A60 Geo.

[RED-DOG]

The more astute among you might have noticed that so far, my Victoria casino GUKPT main event report has been a tad light on actual poker reporting. Well it's a fair cop, but the truth is, I don't really know what to say about it.

The whole thing baffled me somewhat. It was a surreal experience, I still can't get my head around it.

From the outset, most of the hands followed a similar pattern, i.e. blinds 25/50, 6 or 7 players would limp and then someone would raise to 700 or so, and all the limpers would call. Then after the flop it would be checked around to the raiser, who would bet something in the region of 4k, and everyone would either fold, or he would be set in by someone who had called with 9 7, flopped a straight, and trap checked it.

I didn't know how to combat it. During the first level I saw several fairly expensive multi-way flops while holding small pairs or suited connectors, I also raised several  pots with similar holdings, but every time, the same thing happened. 5 or 6 way action with a big bet and perhaps a re raise post flop. After losing about 2k in this fashion, I decided I would have to wait for better starting hands unless I could see some cheap flops from late position.

In seat 9 there was a very loose player who had told us that he shouldn't really be there because he had been down to play the previous day but had failed to arrive and had been eliminated. never the less, here he was, raising with anything and hitting everything.

With blinds still at 25/50, he made it 400 to go. I found AKos behind him and re-raised it to 1200. He called. The flop came k x x all spades. He taps the table, I take a quick peek at my cards to see if I have a spade. I don't, and I don't want to let him hit one, I bet 2k, he calls.

The turn is a blank. He checks. I don't really like it now, why did he flat my 2k bet? Is he flushing with the bare ace of spades, or is he trapping me with a flopped set. Does he have the flush already?

I decide that I have to bet and I fire out 3k, he immediately pushes all in. I fold my cards face up in an attempt to get him to show me his hand. He does, he has ace eight of spades.

A few hands later, blinds 50/100, I pick up aces under the gun, I briefly consider limping but raise anyway, everyone passes. Two hands after that, I find KK and raise again. This time I get 4 callers. The flop comes A 9 4. I check, and matey #1 bets 1500. Matey #2, (The man who shouldn't be there) flats and I fold. The turn is a rag. Matey #1 bets 3k, Matey #2 pushes, and Matey #1 calls. #1 has AQ, #2 has A 4. the turn is a blank. Come in #1, your time is up.

I won't bore you much longer, I just want to give you an idea of what play was like.

Blinds 100/200, I'm down to  about 4.5k when I pick up AK on the button in a 4 limper unraised pot. I bet 1000 and the geezer in the bb says "You're squeezing it aren't you? and makes it 2000. I move all in and he says, "Good move, you don't want a caller do you?" Then he calls and shows J K. My AK stands up and I double through.

Blinds 150/300. I have 6.5k after passing AA to a river bet on a K 10 9 6 K  diamond flushing board.

I find AK in the sb and make it 1050 to go, the bb calls. The flop comes K x x. all hearts. I have no hearts, I bet 2k. He peeks at his cards and calls. The turn is a blank, I push, he snap calls and shows A3 of hearts. I tap the table, wish everyone good luck, and wander away.

[RED-DOG]

I once saw a piglet try to squeeze it's fat little body through a gap between a corrugated tin sheet and a concrete floor. halfway through, he realised that he wasn't going to make it and decided to go back, that was when he realised he couldn't do that either. He contemplated this for a while, trying first to move forward, and then backward. When it dawned on him that he was stuck, he started to squeal.

That squeal was the most hair raising, teeth shattering, ear splitting noise I have ever heard, until I played The GUKPT at the Vic that is.

We had a woman on our table who's voice made the piglet's squeal pale into insignificance. It sounded like a thousand witches dragging their fingernails ac cross the devils backboard. She told us that she had won the pub quiz last night, then went home and won the $100 re-buy on Stars, and that she had won a satelite into today's event.

She just didn't shut up for a second. I am convinced that she has learned to breath in through some orifice other than those of her face.

The moment she started speaking, the guy to my left spilled his complimentary measure of house red, my little pot of milk went sour before I could tip it into my tea, and the glass in someones spectacles shattered. When I went outside during the break, traffic passing the Vic was pulling in to the kerb and waiting for the fire engine to pass....

She was a loud woman.



 

[AlexMartin]

I once saw a piglet try to squeeze it's fat little body through a gap between a corrugated tin sheet and a concrete floor. halfway through, he realised that he wasn't going to make it and decided to go back, that was when he realised he couldn't do that either. He contemplated this for a while, trying first to move forward, and then backward. When it dawned on him that he was stuck, he started to squeal.

That squeal was the most hair raising, teeth shattering, ear splitting noise I have ever heard, until I played The GUKPT at the Vic that is.

We had a woman on our table who's voice made the piglet's squeal pale into insignificance. It sounded like a thousand witches dragging their fingernails ac cross the devils backboard. She told us that she had won the pub quiz last night, then went home and won the $100 re-buy on Stars, and that she had won a satelite into today's event.

She just didn't shut up for a second. I am convinced that she has learned to breath in through some orifice other than those of her face.

The moment she started speaking, the guy to my left spilled his complimentary measure of house red, my little pot of milk went sour before I could tip it into my tea, and the glass in someones spectacles shattered. When I went outside during the break, traffic passing the Vic was pulling in to the kerb and waiting for the fire engine to pass....

She was a loud woman.



 

awesome post. I love it when animals find themselves in unusual circumstances and dont know what to do, always funny.

[hector62]

I once saw a piglet try to squeeze it's fat little body through a gap between a corrugated tin sheet and a concrete floor. halfway through, he realised that he wasn't going to make it and decided to go back, that was when he realised he couldn't do that either. He contemplated this for a while, trying first to move forward, and then backward. When it dawned on him that he was stuck, he started to squeal.

That squeal was the most hair raising, teeth shattering, ear splitting noise I have ever heard, until I played The GUKPT at the Vic that is.

We had a woman on our table who's voice made the piglet's squeal pale into insignificance. It sounded like a thousand witches dragging their fingernails ac cross the devils backboard. She told us that she had won the pub quiz last night, then went home and won the $100 re-buy on Stars, and that she had won a satelite into today's event.

She just didn't shut up for a second. I am convinced that she has learned to breath in through some orifice other than those of her face.

The moment she started speaking, the guy to my left spilled his complimentary measure of house red, my little pot of milk went sour before I could tip it into my tea, and the glass in someones spectacles shattered. When I went outside during the break, traffic passing the Vic was pulling in to the kerb and waiting for the fire engine to pass....

She was a loud woman.



 

awesome post. I love it when animals find themselves in unusual circumstances and dont know what to do, always funny.
[in that case you should join us at the reverse sheep answers tonight !!/quote]

[TheChipPrince]

red, I get the impression your an early riser, never one for a lie-in, but you also seem to make some long posts late at night, after 2am, how do you manage it?!

[RED-DOG]

red, I get the impression your an early riser, never one for a lie-in, but you also seem to make some long posts late at night, after 2am, how do you manage it?!

I am an early riser Chip, and it's really frustrating, especially as I often don't get to bed until after 5am.

My problem is that I can't lay in bed awake. I feel like I'm missing something.

How do I manage it? Well every so often my tank runs dry and I go to bed early and have a mega sleep of about 12 hours. Then I wake up all invigorated and feeling like I could bite a tiger and the whole process starts again.

[thetank]

My problem is that I can't lay in bed awake. I feel like I'm missing something.

That's doesn't sound like a problem, I'm pretty jealous in fact.

I probably spend a good deal of my time lying in bed awake. Procrastinating the morning routine, hitting the snooze on the alarm etc etc
I probably am missing something. Snoozing my life away.

[kinboshi]

I was talking to someone last night about this.  Like Red, they can't lie in bed, as they feel as though they're wasting precious minutes that they could be cramming something in.

I understand this sentiment, but there's also the 'worth' of spending time doing nothing. I'm not advocating festering in your pit constantly or sitting on your arse doing nothing most of the day, but maybe on the odd weekend, there's definitely something in the old-fashioned lie-in.  I have even resorted to setting my alarm on a weekend morning when I don't have to get up so that I can go back to sleep and enjoy the moment.

As Bertrand Russell said: "The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time."

That said I also love getting up very early to go for a run and pretty much have the roads and paths to myself.

[Colchester Kev]

"I'm not advocating festering in your pit constantly or sitting on your arse doing nothing most of the day,"


Dont knock it til you've tried it

[kinboshi]

"I'm not advocating festering in your pit constantly or sitting on your arse doing nothing most of the day,"


Dont knock it til you've tried it

OK, maybe I am.  Just not everyday .

[RED-DOG]

"I'm not advocating festering in your pit constantly or sitting on your arse doing nothing most of the day,"


Dont knock it til you've tried it

I'm not knocking doing nothing, I just cant do it in bed.

[kinboshi]

"I'm not advocating festering in your pit constantly or sitting on your arse doing nothing most of the day,"


Dont knock it til you've tried it

I'm not knocking doing nothing, I just cant do it in bed.

I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere...

[RED-DOG]

For those of you who are interested I said I would return to the the subject of people's preconceptions, both positive and negative, regarding Gypsies.

The negatives far far outweigh the positives, so we will start there.

The top 3 were


Thieves.

Dirty/Leave rubbish behind.

Don't pay tax.

Let's take them in order.


Sigh.... Forgive me, sometimes I feel like I'm banging my head against a brick wall.


Thieves

Yes, some Gypsies are thieves, just like there are thieves in any other group you would care to mention, but, that certainly doesn't mean that the majority of Gypsies are thieves. In fact, There is by no means a higher ratio of thieves per capita among Gypsies than there are among say, the same number of politicians or solicitors. (OK. Bad example, buy you know what I mean)

Part of the problem lies in the way that theft, or suspected theft, is reported when Gypsies (Or other traveling groups labelled as Gypsies) are involved. The media report it as "Gypsies illegally camped on xville common were today convicted of stealing such and such" Which kind of implies that all the Gypsies were guilty.

Also, when something goes missing, there are always plenty of people with an agenda who are only too happy to suggest that the Gypsies are to blame, and by the same token, there are always plenty of people that are willing to believe it.

Local thieves become more active when Gypsies are in the area, knowing that the Gypsies will get the blame.

Think about it, it suits  lot of people to to label us as thieves, and even in these enlightened times, it is still not considered un pc to accuse us without evidence of any kind.

Store detectives openly follow us around in shops, and our local bobby came down to my place and asked me in all innocence, "If anything goes missing in the village, can I come down here and look in your sheds?"

There are no more or less thieves among gypsies than anyone else.

Honest 







 

[david3103]

I'm up to p137 now and am wondering where the pictures of the Gazebo are?

Not that I'm complaining about the content of the posts I've read today. The pictures of the Village Improvement, Mylene Klass in a bikini, the birds, Mylene Klass in a bikini, the flowers, Mylene Klass in a bikini, the gardens in Leeds, Mylene Klass in a bikini...

But no Gazebo