Born 30 something years ago into a card-playing clan in the North of England: the low-roller's poker odyssey has taken him from the school common-room via down-trodden Midlands' casinos, smoky Cotswolds pubs, celebrity Soho drinking spots and of course the ubiquitous world of cyberspace to the home of poker itself, Las Vegas. Join his search for juicy take-downs, great pot odds and the occasional back-door straight as he goes for glory.
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Sunday, July 01, 2007
07-07-07: The Big One
Sitting at Gatwick, having escaped the queues and excess baggage charges - poker books are heavy, often dull and distinctly necessary, right now. I have an hour before lift-off and have just sent a mass text (137 in all) informing all and sundry of my intentions. The first half of the year has gone. It is July 1st - the smoking ban has started - I have not had one now for 10 hours and feeling good: I have $10,000 hidden under a teddy bear in my hand luggage and I am off to the greatest circus in town: The World Series of Poker in Las Vegas of course. In fact I am following in the footsteps of Hunter and the Doctor and will be spending my first 3 days at Circus Circus (yes I know they haven't changed the floortiles since Hunter 'S' was pulling visuals off the sickly seventies swirls way back when). Anyhow I intend to hole up and write the long-promised review of last year's exploits and then play a lot of poker. I will head over to the Rio tonight to pay my $10,000 and book myself in for the middle day, 07/07/07 as this is the day i must start the quest for the third time.
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