Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[RED-DOG]

a 7 year eviction battle against a mole that you lost...that sounds like the beginning of a good tale

I daren't tell it. If he sues me for liable he will probably win that too.   

[kinboshi]

Easy solution.  Get yourself a rat snake.

[Dino]

You could always try the Jasper Carrot method

[RED-DOG]

Easy solution.  Get yourself a rat snake.

Bring it on

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You could always try the Jasper Carrot method

Looool   That was me.

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[Rod Paradise]

Did you ever try dropping the sound unit from a musical birthday card into the hole? It's supposed to irritate the mole enough to make it leave.

[tikay]

Those little piles of soil that Moles excavate are of the finest texture imaginable, rather like flour. Does Kizzy not show interest in Eviction Procedures against Mr Mole?

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Those little piles of soil that Moles excavate are of the finest texture imaginable, rather like flour. Does Kizzy not show interest in Eviction Procedures against Mr Mole?

No, and yet she digs for mice and voles. I think she knows when she's beat.

[RED-DOG]

Arrived Bristol approx 03:30.

Casino difficult to find, hidden away in huge square in city centre, sat nav gave up in disgust.

Decide to sign in first, find hotel later, loads of players milling around reception saying "Bloody hell, it's not sold out is it?"

Interior is huge, I find the cardroom and check that my name is on the list for both the £200 and the £500. The restaurant looks inviting, and the food smells great. I quickly survey the locals, and their testimony confirms my suspicions. Vowing to return, I slope off to find a hotel.

Hotels in the immediate vicinity are full, so Shanks's pony gets quite a workout before I find a vacancy. I take a hurried, but none the less refreshing shower, hang my clothes up on the floor next to the bed, and hot foot it back to the casino where a beautiful blonde waitress with a very becoming menu is going to fulfil my every need. Namely, a large steak and a pot of Ringtons English breakfast tea.

The meal was excellent, and all the more enjoyable because my back to the wall position allowed me to watch all the seatless sad sacks moping about and complaining. Nothing sets off a good meal like the heady feeling of superiority over your fellow man. No wonder Henry VIII was so fat. It was all I could do not to have a 3rd helping of apple pie.

[RED-DOG]

Cardroom capacity was 120, but they squeezed two more tables in and 140 players started. By the first break they had also managed to accommodate 24 alternates.

the structure was quite fast. 7.5k chips and a half hour clock, but no 75/150 or 150/300 level. The running anties came in early and they too soon became quite a consideration.

Still, I was happy to plod along quietly during the early levels, picking up the odd small pot here and there when the opportunity presented itself, and picking up a couple of bigger pots when I called a small raise with pocket 55 and caught my set, and then picked up QQ v AJ on a J high board.

There was one thorn in my flesh though. A young chap, about 12 years of age with an angelic, "butter wouldn't melt" smile raised my big blind from the cut off. Not once, but every f****ng time. I couldn't find a hand to play back at him with, but as the blinds got bigger and the anties started to bite I knew I had to do something. I resolved to call his raise the next time, and then come out betting any favorable flop.

Sure enough, on my next big blind it was passed around to him and he raised again. with blinds at 300/600 he made it 1800 to go, I flat called holding K 2 os.

The flop came Q rag rag, I intended to bet, but to my utter dismay I found myself checking. He immediately bet 2500.

I was mortified with myself for not betting, I counted my stack slowly and carefully. I was looking for a reaction but I saw none. I decided I would bet 7000, leaving only 8000 behind I hoped it looked as if I was committed now and that the remaining chips would be going in anyway if he called. Of course, they were not.

After a longish dwell where I was convinced that even the bloke on the other table with his back to me knew I was bluffing, he passed. I showed the bluff and he tapped the table. "Well played" he said, but I could see that he was smarting.

The very next hand, on my small blind, he raised again. I had 9 10 of hearts and I called, the big blind passed and we took the flop heads up. It came KKJ, one heart. we both check. The turn is a 2 of hearts, he bets 1000 and I call. The river is the 10 of diamonds, he checks and I make what with hindsight is a silly bet of 1500, he calls immediately, I show and he mucks.

Our table is broken and I get moved on to James Browning's table. I am in good shape now with better than agarage chips, but play on here is excruciatingly slow, every time the cards are dealt there seems to be someone with a big decision to make. after two levels, we have only plaid about a dozen hands.

An ep short stack moves all in for 6.5k, I call from the small blind. I have AQ, he has A3, he catches a 3 and makes a dent in my chips.

A few hands later, I raise with KK and the same player calls. the flop comes A rag rag, he pushes all in, I pass showing my kings, he shows me A 3 again.

Toward the end of the level. I have just below average chips, which is less than 20bb. 44, left 14 get paid. The anties are big, and they, along with the blinds, are about to go up. I was at that stage where I needed to make something  happen.

Ep makes it 7000 to go I find AK and push for his 7000 plus another 18000. He dwells and dwells, then calls with A 10. The first card off is a 10 and I'm a goner.

Bugger!

When I left Greek Jack and Flushie (Both alternates) were at the cash tables, and Julian was still in the comp, pushing the same 7 or 8k that he's  had for the last 5 levels into the middle once an orbit.

Would you back against him winning it?

Right. Tomorrow is a brand new day, It's never been touched yet (Actually that's a lie, I've used 3 hours of it up already)

The £500 kicks of in just over 12 hours.

Smoke me a kipper.....

[The_nun]

Nice read Tom.

[boldie]

Nothing sets off a good meal like the heady feeling of superiority over your fellow man. No wonder Henry VIII was so fat. It was all I could do not to have a 3rd helping of apple pie.

that one cracked me up...it's true though. I love sitting back in a casino's comfy chair with a drink (water ussually) not worried about a comp being sold out..or starting late..it's all good, and it gives you a tremendous advantage.

[RED-DOG]

last night when I settled down to go to sleep at 3am, I realised that my hotel room window faced a very busy dual carriageway. I also realised that the window catch was broken in such a way that every time you closed the window to shut out the noise, it popped open again about 10 minutes later.

At 7am this morning I prised my fingernails out of the headboard of the bed, plastered a smile on to my haggard features and toddled off to the front desk.

"Hello" I said in my cheeriest voice. "My room faces the road, my window is broken, and I would like a different room please"

"You will have to speak to the manager sir" replied the bloke on the desk.

I told him that I thought this was an excellent idea.

The manager, he went on to explain, was at home (No doubt sleeping) and would not be back until Monday.

"That's fine" I said. "Can I speak to the person who does the manager's job while the manager is away?"

"No one does the managers job while he is away sir"

"Well it can't be a very important job then can it?"

"Oh yes sir, it's very important, he's the manager you see..."

"OK then, can I please have the telephone number of your head office?"

"We don't have a telephone number for head office sir"

"Well how do you contact them then?"

"The manager contacts them sir....


I am a patient and civil man, but there are times when patience and civility just don't cut it. I know when I'm being stonewalled, and I don't like it. I removed my smile, and did my impression of someone who is extremely angry, slightly unhinged, and probably prone to bursts of wanton violence.

It was all an act of course, but I think I may have over done it. Several other customers who were waiting behind me decided to come back later, and a ginger cat that was sleeping on an armchair jumped into the air, sprinted across the room, and shot up one of the curtains.

The bloke behind the desk however, did agree to move me to another room.

I wonder what I have to do to get a refund?

[Snatiramas]

And yet somehow these people manage to stay in business

cracking read