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« Reply #510 on: July 21, 2020, 06:01:31 PM »

Private games in the Midlands are booming.  We might never play live in casiinos again fiingers crossed.
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« Reply #511 on: July 23, 2020, 06:13:53 PM »

Private games in the Midlands are booming.  We might never play live in casiinos again fiingers crossed.

Lol do you want live poker to die mate? Without casinos how do you attract new players? Fish money doesn't last forever.
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« Reply #512 on: September 04, 2020, 11:30:41 PM »

hi vinnie ,dont realy miss the live poker at the moment and as im a tosser at anything computer i dont bother with on line , had a chat with a luton g reg recently and i agreed that if the goliath was on i would probl;yu whack it for 5 x 100 so there must be a hunger for a live game lurking below the surface of lake placid tom a bit like the sort of yank film where 6 or 8 students decide to go skinnny dipping in a lake down river from a old secret abounded germ warfare bunker so in they plunge only for a thrashing of the water and piranna fish bitting the crap out of them.....me having buy ins .....
think i may post some old memories of luton g soon
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« Reply #513 on: July 12, 2021, 12:20:52 PM »

so having been pressured by my friends and fellow poker mates to put sweaty diggetts to key board here i go.......
also i have had over the last 6 months or so a couple of thousand pleas for me to post a poker blog in order to raise the quality of this here page......

THE QUESTION IS WHERE WERE YOU WHEM JFK WAS SHOT FROM THE GRASSY KNOLL OR WHEN THE FIRST MAN LANDED ON THE MOON ....ALLEGEDLY....OR WHEN MONICA LOUINSKA HAD A UN EXPECTED CLOTHES DRY CLEANING REQUIREMENT.....CHANCES ARE YOU CANT REMEMBER....

So i think it only fitting that i set down a record of where i was when england and italy had there kick about in the park with more people around the globe watching than ever watched debbie douse dallas....
I had heard that there was a 50 plus 10 game at the vic for a price of 550 ticket /credit for poker and figured as the previouse game final was finishing on that sunday there would be a wash of loose value players out of that game making value for the 550 ticket jobby ....so totaly addiquiet reasoning to travel up to the big city .....i decided to go by train and off i set

got to st albans railway station and there are quiete a few bods heading up to the city , large ammount of england football shirts and tell tell clinks from back packs from packs of stella artios beer bottles , good few bra less showing the odd hard pea nut thru the shirt as well...girls i hasten to mention ....any way movving on....on the train and all is good humour some one has had a fight with a bag of crisps in which the crisps lost and a section of the floor is suitable carpeted .....two youths go down the train as we travel to london with the odd ...its comeing home its comeing home chant interjected with the odd swear word they allso had a case of beers ...after they had passed a few minuetes two rail security guys swiftly followed and when the caught up with them in the next carriage loads of rauchause sining and banter erupted from there mates as presiumley the rail guys are trying to tell them no open beer bottles allowed.....good luck with that .

i get to st panchras and onto the tube to edgeware road the foot ball shirts and flags have bred like horny buck rabbits on viagra and with there number there are bottles of beer being drunk quiet openly also the debri discarded tins and bottles ....on the tube i sit and hear two groups talking about how they got there ttickets for 295 euros and have been offered 1000 to which the other group say would you take 5000 .....a bit like punters watching a roulete table and saying they were going to have 5000 on the nuber that has just come in ...if they knew what that number was and if they had 5000 and if and if and if.

i arrive out side the tube station the bronze statue of a window cleaner is still there and i trot on down to the vic

just checked my stats turns out it wasnt a couple of thousand pleas to blog here it was two....still my adoring pubic must be satisfied.

TBC

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« Reply #514 on: July 15, 2021, 04:40:59 PM »

Happy days i whent to the vic and got a 550 ticket for there mini main yesterday totaly knackered but back there friday for 12.00oclock      as liza minnelli said ....maybe this time ....rest of the world cup TBC can wait ....not keen on football anyway ....they stuck me in goal as the fat chunky kid at school and fired the football at the fat part of my thighs    bloody hurt too.....

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« Reply #515 on: July 16, 2021, 09:49:43 AM »

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« Reply #516 on: July 18, 2021, 10:37:26 AM »

TBC  so on we go with the story of Tom's trip to London on the night of the big footie game between the beer swilling home side and the pasta munching wannabees.  Our hero has dashed his hopes in the big game by making the classic mistake of getting the ball in where he is a 60/40 favorite and indeed when he was a 80/20 favorite.  But as is often the case gets his arse handed to him in a doggy bag.

The footie game at the time of our hero stumbling away from the tables was with 15 mins of extra time to play and the score being 1-1 to both teams.  So the thought set is if he gets out quick, he may miss a load of the "here we go, here we go, its coming home, its coming home" largered up splendid specimens of British culture.  But still took time to whack ten pounds on roulette on the way out as the desire to shove it right up the Vic is always there and what do you know five on corner number 7/11 and five on number 28/29 the only debt worth having... and 29 came in, so fifty on 29 five splits all round and I've got my own personal penalty shoot out taking place... useless ball doesn't even hit the cross bar more like miss kick ends up in the litter bin.  And so our hero is out into the streets...

And the first thing we notice is the abundance lack of people in the walk to Edgeware Road tube station and those that I do pass are avidly looking at their phones and talking biblical dialects, on the tube again few people with phones in hand and into St Pancreas and the walk of the two pianos, no roaring from any of the zombie waling dead that drift past, no distance echo from bars that forty minutes ago had groups of a hundred all singing at the tops of their voices as if they had all collectively stumbled through a curtain and found themselves on the stage of BGT and the only thing they could think to do was chant "it's coming home, it's coming home"  So it's a bit like me really, only I know what my score is as this time.

Onto train, same again, people with phones super glued to wrist and apparently is going to be penalties, off the train at St Albans, walking out the back entrance, I see a girl rail worker on the next platform phone in hand.  I call across, "the match how's it going" and I think she said something about Maza has just taken or about to take a penalty shot and I wander on grateful that all the yahoos haven't been let out of the pubs yet and onto my train to invade my wound licking from the bitch slapping I had received yet again.   As I pass the Horn of Plenty pub I hear someone inside roaring, of course the goal keeper knew that he would kick it that side, what was he thinking about, what a wanker... fffing hell.  Leaving the pub behind, I pass a parked taxi, again just a driver phone in hand, face illuminated by the screen and he's talking advise to the player as to what the player should do, I determine that we are now into penalty kicks and it's not going the way millions of wannabee Beckamnites would ideally write the script, into my Landrover which I still bought, knowing that they are infamous for the sunroofs leaking in the rain and boy this one is living up to its reputation and home.  Parked the motor a still silence all around, no roars, no shouts, no need to be Einstein to work this one out and upstairs to bed and the land of nod and the images of hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs flitting across the green cloth and not a bloody football insight.
Just the distant noise of the disgruntled home wandering football Wildebeast that had so recently thundered across the Serengheti chanting "its coming home, its coming home" and now are mumbling with every eight word being fffing... welcome to my world of badbeats.


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« Reply #517 on: July 18, 2021, 11:19:42 AM »

So Mr B thanks for the best wishes of good luck in the five hundred plus fifty which I had managed to use my amazing poker skills, intellect and charisma to obtain a ticket for. 

Unfortunately this wannabee hero finished his mcflurry ice cream sitting on a propped up ladder under some scaffolding on a building opposite the Vic then proceeded into the Vic and it was all downhill from then on.  Never mind roaring at the TV if you'd seen the number of ways I managed to fuck myself in all available placements, you would be throwing the TV out the window and I would hold the window open for you, i was that bad!

The highlight was I heard the, oh so familiar voice of she that announces, "take your seats" and the antes are etc., and look over to see one of the two girls that to all the Luton regs became the first ladies of poker, one of whom was always scrounging for a kit-kat in her black and white polka dot top and black slacks, the amount of times I gave that girl good tips, like go blonde and even inquired, did she have a younger sister?  But tonight we're lucky, we've got the good looking one!  I won't embarrass her by naming names here, enough to say, if you were to say her name six time in a row, it would sound like a fie engine roaring past.  She comes down towards my table and I just know she looks upon me as the George Clooney/Chippendale of the poker scene and when she sees me, her first impulse will be to let out a "oh so feminine squeal of delight" and leap into my lap and curl up and start purring whilst occasionally nibbling my earlobe.
So here she comes and there are about six people she is saying hi to, she even knows their names, then she sees me and yes her face does light up, but with a stoic resolve and control, like someone concealing the fact that they have flopped a straight flush against the other players ace flush, she keeps it all in, but she and I both know deep down inside where it matters...

So that was the highlight, everything else was hot sweaty train journey home, which is encapsulated in the famous saying... "loser can make their won arrangements!"


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Checked the stats again, my mistake, it wasn't 2000 pleas for me to blog, or even two pleas.  Turns out it was one person who contacted me twice and they originate from the wrong side of Hadrians Wall............. Again it wouldn't be right to name them here, enough to say he's a good guy, pretty good poker player and his name would fit in the gaps here J_ _ _ e am I as good as him, who knows.

Next blog when i feel like it, providing don't get any banning orders...

Stay safe, be happy, smile, feel the love and don't slow play kings...
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« Reply #518 on: August 02, 2021, 10:58:11 PM »

How do all my little loyal fans and all others who find themselves late of the night and nothing better to do than reads this. 

Sssssssooo now that the Covid-19 has lifted a bit our intrepid hero has decided to venture out among the great unwashed, for a game of poker, so pop down to Luton G and found that I was able to walk out with 1073 being first prize on the Friday game. Got home totally shagged and watched U-Tube for an hour to relax.  So what could possibly make it better.............  I know I'll pop up to the Vic for their fifty plus ten satellite to win a £550 ticket............. Got to the final table and next one out gets nothing, one after that gets three fifty's worth of tickets and I have enough chips to coast it and probably get a ticket anyway... but then again you never know... So the Kid on my right raises 12000 to play and I look down at queens and o into dwell-up mode, if I win this hand, I guaranteed a seat, if I lose, I will be reduced in chips to squabbling with the other low stack over whose going to win the 350 prize and I am seriously thinking about passing.  If I had one of those ladies self pleasuring buzzing rubber toys, I would have dropped it on the table vibrating, pulsating point first and if it bounced towards the dealer (which might have surprised her somewhat) I move all in or if the item in question bounced towards me I would pass, but not having such an item on my person (honestly) for what ever reason, I raised all in.

Now the Kid goes into the think tank and I really don't want him to call, so in order to help him not call, I look at him and say... "don't do it to yourself mate"... To which he takes a further two seconds then declares "I'm all in!" and turns over his pair of nines as I show my pair of queens.  Much to the delight of the low stack.

Flop comes first four cards, nothing for him, but another diamond will give him a flush to win....... Well diamonds may be a girls best friend, but they are thankfully scarce on the ground when the fifth card is turned over.  He's out I'm in and he's barely away from the table, when the other players are condemning his crap play, none more so than the short stack who now has 350....... He's all in the next hand and loses, so happy days, I've got a 550 ticket.

Downstairs roulette two five pound chips for my usual bet of 7/11 split and 28/29 split with a view to pressing it like a mother fucker if it comes in, as a get back at the casino for all the years of them taking money.  Had to wait and watch a load of idiots smearing chips over the roulette table like a child let lose to put chocolate spread on his own sandwich...  Then, my table came along and I place the bet.............................. and lose.

Outside walk to Edgeware Road rube station, and I've just missed the last tube! so no roulette I would have made the tube, but gave me the opportunity to view and hear some London night life up close.  The first one is a gentleman from the 'warm islands' who wanders up toward the bus stop, talks to himself and uttering confrontational closing statements to himself and I'm thinking, "please don't talk to me!" ..... I won that one as he positions himself at the far end of the bus stop and continues his argument with himself...  The next couple look like hardworking cleaning staff that have just come off their shift and they keep their won company.  And then comes the 'cherry on the cake'............. Bumbling up the road comes this 45ish aged man, looks like a bum you would see handing out of a pub on the Edgeware Road and he's got a younger, maybe 28 year old female in attendance who has a voice that screeches and grates like the bird off the old advert on TV about ("no, I come from Luton airport") and they are oblivious to everyone around them as they discuss their earlier evening activities two meters away from me.  And then I hear, to use the term loosely, a female voice hollering up the street "hey Mick" to which the girl close to me responds and this skank comes trotting up the road and proceeds to do a drugs deal to the couple in front of me and others.  Having done the deal, skank two, not forgetting her opportunity to up-sell to her existing base wishes them a good evening and enjoy yourself as she trots off down the road.

Now I don't consider myself a prude, but to go from an environment where people are gambling in thousands to a short walk up the road to experience the arse end of society up close, is thought provoking.  The skanks are someones daughter, someones sister and no doubt had dreams and aspirations when they were 12-15-18 all of which didn't involve ending up as class A, thin as a rake, drug users.......

Likewise the man, no doubt had dreams and aspirations, but he doesn't have tits so he doesn't matter.......

On train home, knackered the next day, but you will be glad to hear your hero is thinking of going to the Luton G for their 70 plus 10 dealer dealt on 3/7/21 which is tomorrow.  See you then my little cat purr pumpkins.

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« Reply #519 on: August 13, 2021, 03:24:24 PM »

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So i went to the vic last tuesday for the 180 plus 20.....like to know what uncle fester is doing with all those 20s .....played really well as usual and from 80 runners got blown out 23rd no complaints just did not get any of the good stuff when needed and the 8k 16k 16k structure got me ....sad
so io am up there on the train today friday the 13th to do it all again ....eventually i will get the good stuff and win 15k   20k   40k and when that happens i will be able to buy a train ticket instead of hiding in the toilets all the time.

so setting of at 3.45pm ish pass the two pianos and on to destiny .............must get lotto ticket in case in the very unlikely event i dont win at the vic.

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« Reply #520 on: August 14, 2021, 10:29:39 PM »

so it looks like its all down to the lottery tickets then as the vic was no good for me .....400 down the swanney....small pain relief as it was part of a 550 ticket i won but no pay day.....so tommorrow 50 plus ten satalite at 7.00pm here i come should make 5 tickets ish worth 550 each ....whats not to like....

was it eppstein that said the sign of maddess is to do the same actions time and time again and be suprised when the result remains the same.....

on the train home read that some arse hole has shot 5 people dead before turning the gun on himself .....suggestion to the next arse hole turn the gun on yourself first.
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« Reply #521 on: August 24, 2021, 12:12:47 AM »

So my little honeysuckles what has been happening with your poker super hero well I can tell you hot of the press I have just got in from the three hammers pub suitably lubricated with London Pride @ £2.89 per pint Monday and Thursdays Ember Inns chain and it's time to do a poker blog.  Although I will just mention that I noticed when I went to the little boys room, the urinals on the wall were set out with a small one furthest in the corner, then a larger one, then a small one, then a large one and it was only after my third visit that i got to thinking was the size discrepancy in the porcelain due to cock size or so that the more intoxicated can have a larger target to aim at, not being sure and not wanting someone to come in and see me at the pencil prick porcelain, I decided to piss in the sink and really impress them.

On poker went to the Luton 360 plus 40 game (God knows why Uncle Fester thinks it's okay to charge £40.00 juice I can only surmise he's saving for a hair transplant) managed to get it all in having slow played jacks and a flop coming queen, jack four with two hearts original raiser I check to he bets 1200 I raise to 6200 he goes all in and I think if he's got a set of queens, life's a bitch and call him, he has king ten of hearts so he's straightening and flushing, turn I'm still winning river I'm standing up and saying nice hands as I walk away.

And home and bed, can't even remember whether I whacked a porn channel on and whacked one off.

So a few days pass and our hero has got it into his mind to travel up to London to the Vic for the fifty plus ten satellite to win a 550 ticket they usually make four tickets so for a super grinder good value.......

TBC

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I have a theory that possibly I'm in a parallel universe and i'm typing into a disconnected keyboard as no one of the 200 or so hit/readers bother their arse to give a reply comment,

That being the case, unless i get a reply and comment on my Nobel prize winning literature, even if it's what the hell are you doing hanging around men's toilets pissed out your head pretending to be drying a wet patch on your trouser font that you felt the need to unzip and air the one eyed spitting cobra  under the hot air blower for any punters to wander in and comment on, get therapy you sad fuck.  Or wow I find your insight into the inner realms of the poker scene most invigorating.

Unless I get a comment, me type no more.......















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« Reply #522 on: August 24, 2021, 09:05:21 AM »

Dont stop Tom, im fascinated by the fact people still play poker. It may encourage me to donate again some day, GUKPT luton for a long awaited return i think
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« Reply #523 on: August 24, 2021, 01:46:19 PM »

No, don’t stop Tom

I suspect you have quite a few followers on here who are just too shy to say so. Having said that, the mental image of you getting your tackle out under a hand-dryer is not one for the faint hearted, so you may well have lost a reader or two (but gained another 5, you might retort?)
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« Reply #524 on: August 24, 2021, 04:28:38 PM »

No, don’t stop Tom


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