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.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Ten Large - One Stack of High Society

Click on the photo for the big money.

Hello to all those just joining me - I have just emailed you all, and no Jas I don't think you are the only reader - I now have the capacity to analyse my readership, and there are bewteen 25 and 50 looking at the blog regularly. This I hope will go up now that another 1000 or so people are on the list. If you like it please pass it on - my insurance for this after all is the nebulous promise of a book-deal. This would naturally be enhanced by any success my end. I have a photo for you know - welcome to my world. A word from my old mucker Mr. Bull, my oldest buddy who accompanied me on my first challenge for the Big One: "Only a nutter would give up smokes when on an important & expensive & stressful trip. Go buy a hoodie & a carton of camels & go win some cards." Thank you for those wise words - as you can see I have become the Marlboro Man. Who needs a camel in an oasis like this?