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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Thursday, June 26, 2008
Thirteen Hours Later
What a sleep that was - sheer heaven, seven through til eight. The house is now full of poker players: Gary from Jersey, Stu from England, Jake from Texas, and now Sean from New Zealand. I am heading out now to invest $300 of yesterday's $400 profit in a big 500+ player tournament at The Venetian - maybe Fat Elvis will be playing. It could be thirteen more hours of people watching - here's hoping. I hear England is enjoying a heat-wave - Vegas is cooler at 91 degrees...oh and no smokes yet - feeling great with that one......
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