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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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Hot off the Press
Today's Telegraph back home courtesy of Charlie Brooks
"Conversations at Ascot regularly stray from horses. My favourite last week was the two 'faces of the turf' who've sponsored somebody to the tune of $15,000 to play in the World Poker championships. Why? Because he beat them in a pub game and as they quite fancy themselves as players they thought 'well if he can beat us he must be worth a shot.' Sadly their names cannot be revealed as only one of their wives knows what they have done."
Meanwhile back in Vegas, Jungle Jake is playing commando poker - nine tables at the last count. I'm still riding my camel (just one leftnow) up West Sahara and toying with tomorrow's $1500 pot-limit Omaha eight-or-better High-Lo Split - yeah it could get complex. I won't explain rest assured. I have the camera so photos will be forthcoming. Thanks Jas for your comment.
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