Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

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Location: Beverley, originally from Kent

Hey Mr Morgan. Beverley is a blast from my past too.

I used to buy second hand (foot?)  Doc Martin boots and other items of clothing from HMP Bedford and sell them to a bloke in Beverley.

I say second hand, but most of the stuff came from prisoners that had been on remand for a week or two and they were virtually new, but apparently they couldn't be re used within the prison. Each new inmate was issued with new clobber, even if he was only there for a few days.

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Reason for alias: I was nicknamed Junior by a guy i used to work with as i shared his surname and people thought we were Dad and Lad and that seemed to amuse him. It stuck, and when i first started playing poker there weren't many young players so it kind of suited me as everyone else was older than me.  However 12 years on and that Keef the Camel made me change it as i am too old for it now. Although Negreanu still manages to get away with KidPoker

Age: 34 looking like 24

Occupation: Resourcing Manager / Consultant

Location: Norwell, Notts.

Dream Job: RSPB Nature Reserve Warden

Person you would be reincarnated as: Tiger Woods

Fave comfort food: Fox's 'Classic'

Imaginary super power: To be able to freeze time (like that girl in that programme called 'out of this world')



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out_of_This_World_(TV_series)

Greg. Come off it mate, your dad looks younger than you.

I'm with you on the dream job though, I could put up with a bit of that.

I bet you can't remember the first time-freeze TV show. It was called' The Magic Boomerang' and time stood still whilst ever it was in the air.

[Karabiner]

Reason for alias: A hand between myself and a Blonde member in a DTD deepstack stimulated lots of discussion on the update thread, seemed easier to just use my real name to contribute.

Age: 23

Occupation: Button clicker

Location: Beverley, originally from Kent

Dream Job: What I do now with a few zeroes on the end

Person you would be reincarnated as: Wayne Gretzky

Fave comfort food:  Baked Alaska

Imaginary super power: Flight

I knew you had to be under-age when we first played together in those Walsall monthly £300 tourneys six or seven years ago.

I can remember being drawn on the same starting table as you and saying to the dealer as a joke "if that kid wins a pot off me ask him for ID before you pass him the chips".

You must have been crapping yourself.

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Reason for alias: favourite horse, set up my tribecca account (paddy power) off the back of a big win & its the only name i could think of at the time.

Age: 29

Occupation: insurance sales - yawn

Location: LEEDS LEEDS LEEDS

Dream Job: Guest House/Cafe Proprietor based on my self sufficient small holding... this changes everyday - in fact more often than that

Person you would be reincarnated as: a working class version of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall

Fave comfort food: Bangers & Mash in a giant yorkshire pudding

Imaginary super power: Bernard's Watch

Full of surprises.

If I'd been guessing I wouldn't have got any of your answers right.

WTF kind of super power is Bernard's Watch?

[DMorgan]

I knew you had to be under-age when we first played together in those Walsall monthly £300 tourneys six or seven years ago.

I can remember being drawn on the same starting table as you and saying to the dealer as a joke "if that kid wins a pot off me ask him for ID before you pass him the chips".

You must have been crapping yourself.

Must be a case of mistaken identity Ralph, I've only been to Walsall once and that was for the GUKPT last year.

We did have the same starting table at my first couple of DTD Deepstacks though. That feels like an age ago!

Actually I'm one of very few (or so it seems) that didn't ever play for money under age. I signed up to a lot of sites under-age and played their freerolls but my first $50 deposit on Full Tilt was on my 18th birthday. Those were the days, grinding $10 SNGs and feeling like the king of the world making a few hundred quid a month, playing in the library because the internet at our student halls was terrible.

[bobby1]

Reason for alias: I worked with a posh guy and we were from such different backgrounds that we really had nothing in common at first, his name was Rupert. He was given the nickname Bobby to help him fit in ooop north and I think I joined Blonde a few days after he left to work in Hong Kong and from having very little in common at first I was gutted he was leaving, so I guess it was in his honour.

Age: 42

Occupation: mmm I guess sports trader is about the best of a bad bunch of options.

Location: Bang on the Leeds Bradford border, tho a Sheffield lad originally

Dream Job: Head of product testing in a brothel

Person you would be reincarnated as: This doesn't really work but when I thought about this it was just the answer that kept coming. My son, just to know how he lived after I had died.

Fave comfort food:  I love a bit of carrot cake

Imaginary super power: Would be great to be able to fly.

cheers

[DMorgan]

Hey Mr Morgan. Beverley is a blast from my past too.

I used to buy second hand (foot?)  Doc Martin boots and other items of clothing from HMP Bedford and sell them to a bloke in Beverley.

I say second hand, but most of the stuff came from prisoners that had been on remand for a week or two and they were virtually new, but apparently they couldn't be re used within the prison. Each new inmate was issued with new clobber, even if he was only there for a few days.

How did HMP Bradford come across nearly new shoes? Some prisoners just didn't claim them back or was your mate stashing away the nice ones for a nice little side income?

I've heard a few stories about Beverley from taxi drivers. Apparently back when bars and pubs had to actually close up at some point, Beverley was the best weekend drinking spot in Humberside due to centuries-old drinking laws that allowed pubs inside the old town walls to stay open for much longer hours. Every Friday and Saturday there was a mass exodus of drinkers from Hull to Beverley for a few extra pints. How true that is I don't know, taxi drivers do tend to beef up their stories a little but an interesting anecdote all the same. It would certainly go some way to explaining why there are at least 10 pubs inside a mile radius of my street.

[pokerfan]

Hi Tom,
How u doing?
That pic of the TK (truck not the other one  )  reminds me of my start in the working world,for the non artic trucks we had a fleet of those  to work on , and one D-Series, as you know the cab tipped on the D-Series but not on the TK,s , you sure could get dirty working on them, to change the engine you had to unbolt the cab (4 bolts usually rusted and have to cut them off with the gas) and lift off with a gantry. The replacement the TL was horrible and nowhere near as iconic as the TK imo.

Oh my goodness! I've changed a few TK cabs in my time. I used to lift them by winding  the windows down and then fastening a sling to a batton that I had slipped  through the closed doors (the door frames added rigidity)

I once had a TK with a 330 engine that put a con-rod through the side of number one pot, so I took it out and replaced it with a 466 out of a coach.

What a job that turned out to be. It was about a foot too long, all the mounts were in the wrong place, the exhaust was on the wrong side, and it was on a 24 volt system and my truck was 12 volt.

Mind you, when it was done it went like shit off a shovel. I could surprise Triumph Stag drivers at the traffic lights.

D Series Ford's? Yep. Had a few of those too.

I remember one in particular. Everyone else had the 7.5 tonne gross model so that they could drive it in a car licence, but I found a beautiful 9:10. (the 10 tonne model)

It was for sale as cheap as chips because it was "Over the weight" but I went to see the people at the goods vehicle testing station at Swallownest and they told me that if I  removed the spring assisters and brought it in for inspection, they would downgrade it to 7.6 gvw.

I asked them what I should do with the spring assisters once they had finished their inspection. "Oh you can put them back on if you like." I they said. So i did. Which meant I had a "legal" 10 tonner.

I don't suppose that story means much to the people on here, but it made me into a minor celeb back in the day.

Thanks for the post. I could talk about old trucks all day. Just the mention of blowing those bolts off with the oxy - acetylene transported me back almost 40 years.

^Re conrod.
Thrown a leg out o bed, we used to say.

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Hi Tom,
How u doing?
That pic of the TK (truck not the other one  )  reminds me of my start in the working world,for the non artic trucks we had a fleet of those  to work on , and one D-Series, as you know the cab tipped on the D-Series but not on the TK,s , you sure could get dirty working on them, to change the engine you had to unbolt the cab (4 bolts usually rusted and have to cut them off with the gas) and lift off with a gantry. The replacement the TL was horrible and nowhere near as iconic as the TK imo.

Oh my goodness! I've changed a few TK cabs in my time. I used to lift them by winding  the windows down and then fastening a sling to a batton that I had slipped  through the closed doors (the door frames added rigidity)

I once had a TK with a 330 engine that put a con-rod through the side of number one pot, so I took it out and replaced it with a 466 out of a coach.

What a job that turned out to be. It was about a foot too long, all the mounts were in the wrong place, the exhaust was on the wrong side, and it was on a 24 volt system and my truck was 12 volt.

Mind you, when it was done it went like shit off a shovel. I could surprise Triumph Stag drivers at the traffic lights.

D Series Ford's? Yep. Had a few of those too.

I remember one in particular. Everyone else had the 7.5 tonne gross model so that they could drive it in a car licence, but I found a beautiful 9:10. (the 10 tonne model)

It was for sale as cheap as chips because it was "Over the weight" but I went to see the people at the goods vehicle testing station at Swallownest and they told me that if I  removed the spring assisters and brought it in for inspection, they would downgrade it to 7.6 gvw.

I asked them what I should do with the spring assisters once they had finished their inspection. "Oh you can put them back on if you like." I they said. So i did. Which meant I had a "legal" 10 tonner.

I don't suppose that story means much to the people on here, but it made me into a minor celeb back in the day.

Thanks for the post. I could talk about old trucks all day. Just the mention of blowing those bolts off with the oxy - acetylene transported me back almost 40 years.

^Re conrod.
Thrown a leg out o bed, we used to say.

Lol. We used to say that too, but I though it was too technical a term for this audience.

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Hey Mr Morgan. Beverley is a blast from my past too.

I used to buy second hand (foot?)  Doc Martin boots and other items of clothing from HMP Bedford and sell them to a bloke in Beverley.

I say second hand, but most of the stuff came from prisoners that had been on remand for a week or two and they were virtually new, but apparently they couldn't be re used within the prison. Each new inmate was issued with new clobber, even if he was only there for a few days.

How did HMP Bradford come across nearly new shoes? Some prisoners just didn't claim them back or was your mate stashing away the nice ones for a nice little side income?

I've heard a few stories about Beverley from taxi drivers. Apparently back when bars and pubs had to actually close up at some point, Beverley was the best weekend drinking spot in Humberside due to centuries-old drinking laws that allowed pubs inside the old town walls to stay open for much longer hours. Every Friday and Saturday there was a mass exodus of drinkers from Hull to Beverley for a few extra pints. How true that is I don't know, taxi drivers do tend to beef up their stories a little but an interesting anecdote all the same. It would certainly go some way to explaining why there are at least 10 pubs inside a mile radius of my street.

I hear that tale too. There must be some truth in it somewhere.

Back in the day, Beverley also seemed to have more than its fair share of houses of ill repute. I wonder if the two facts are connected?

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Reason for alias: I worked with a posh guy and we were from such different backgrounds that we really had nothing in common at first, his name was Rupert. He was given the nickname Bobby to help him fit in ooop north and I think I joined Blonde a few days after he left to work in Hong Kong and from having very little in common at first I was gutted he was leaving, so I guess it was in his honour.

Age: 42

Occupation: mmm I guess sports trader is about the best of a bad bunch of options.

Location: Bang on the Leeds Bradford border, tho a Sheffield lad originally

Dream Job: Head of product testing in a brothel

Person you would be reincarnated as: This doesn't really work but when I thought about this it was just the answer that kept coming. My son, just to know how he lived after I had died.

Fave comfort food:  I love a bit of carrot cake

Imaginary super power: Would be great to be able to fly.

cheers

Hi Phil. Always nice to hear from you.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was at the Gutshot and you were working for William Hill

You gave me a W H goody bag with a baseball cap and a card marker inside.

Since then I've been given loads of baseball caps and card markers, but yours was the first, and it made me feel special.

I still have it somewhere.

[tikay]

Reason for alias: I worked with a posh guy and we were from such different backgrounds that we really had nothing in common at first, his name was Rupert. He was given the nickname Bobby to help him fit in ooop north and I think I joined Blonde a few days after he left to work in Hong Kong and from having very little in common at first I was gutted he was leaving, so I guess it was in his honour.

Age: 42

Occupation: mmm I guess sports trader is about the best of a bad bunch of options.

Location: Bang on the Leeds Bradford border, tho a Sheffield lad originally

Dream Job: Head of product testing in a brothel

Person you would be reincarnated as: This doesn't really work but when I thought about this it was just the answer that kept coming. My son, just to know how he lived after I had died.

Fave comfort food:  I love a bit of carrot cake

Imaginary super power: Would be great to be able to fly.

cheers

Hi Phil. Always nice to hear from you.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was at the Gutshot and you were working for William HillYou gave me a W H goody bag with a baseball cap and a card marker inside.

Since then I've been given loads of baseball caps and card markers, but yours was the first, and it made me feel special.

I still have it somewhere.

It may have been a different night, but we all departed from Gutshot about 3am one morning & CupCake - John McGrane - took us to an all night cafe (near Covent Garden I think) frequented by taxi-drivers, we all had brekkie & a pot of tea. 

We wandered off later, & I decided to go back to my hotel, so John, who was a licensed "Black Cab" Driver, said he would help me sort a Taxi. We stood on a street corner in Clerkenwell & a Mini-Cab pulled up & offered to take me. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, John called that mini-cab driver everything from a pig to a dog, I actually thought he was going to pull the driver from his cab & kill him. 

I definitely got the impression that John did not like Mini-Cab drivers.

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Clerkenwell Rd FFS!

I wanted to say "The Gutshot on Clerkenwell Rd, but I just couldn't remember it.

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I have to go to Durham today, via Nottingham, Darley Dale, & Wombwell.

Warm Radio 4 up for me, it's going to be a long day.

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I have to go to Durham today, via Nottingham, Darley Dale, & Wombwell.

Warm Radio 4 up for me, it's going to be a long day.

EDIT: And South Anston.