Nic had a daughter, Kate, who played a bit of poker too. Think Keith had the hots for her.
I got to know Nic's daughter Kate quite well.
About 7 or 8 years ago we drew adjoining seats at a tournament in Brighton. She was good company at the table and we chatted for hours until she was moved during the last level.
We both made day two and as I was bagging my chips she appeared at my shoulder and asked me where I was staying. I told her that I was in the Old Ship Hotel, which was a budget place but nice and clean with friendly staff. She said she hadn't booked anywhere and asked if I would mind if she walked back with me so that she could get a room. Of course I agreed.
As we walked back to the hotel we made small talk about the days play and our prospects for tomorrow. She said her feet were killing her so she took her shoes off and walked barefoot.
When we got to the hotel there was no one on reception so we pressed a buzzer and waited. Eventually, a smiling gentleman arrived. Much to Kate's disappointment and to my absolute horror, Mr Smiley informed us that there were no rooms available. Bugger! I had already planned to accidentally on purpose bump in to her at breakfast and then walk her back to the casino.
She turned to leave. I offered to escort her to another hotel, and then, in a sudden fit of uncharacteristic boldness I blurted out, "Look, this is silly. I have a perfectly good room with a spare bed. You would be more than welcome to use it".
She turned to face me and looked directly into my eyes. I knew she was gauging my intentions. We stood in silence for what must have been about five seconds but felt like a lifetime, then she laughed and said "OK then, thank you. What's the worst that could happen?"
At that point the worst did happen. I woke up.
Very good. Kept me believing until the end.
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