God I wish I could just get it; Half of Somerset has gone down with it and I just hate all this bloody uncertainty. I don’t know whether I need to ensure I have enough clean pants for the rest of the week or not. I’d be really pissed off if I died of Swine flu after spending all afternoon doing the washing.
Where has all the poker content gone, I really miss the WSOP made life so easy, get up in the morning check the final tables of today’s event, find a Brit, 200 words and voila back to bed.
I’m running so poor in poker it’s just untrue, so I’m not going to talk about it. I joined a download site and got 5GB’s worth of training videos over the weekend, unfortunately this meant I immediately got banned for having a crappy share ratio, clever software they have! Top work to Nocash for the CBMPT 10th place, well done sir.
Paul if you read this, I’m so sorry, it’s just not fair. Thoughts are with you all.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Weeeeeeee, July Goals
Chuffed to finish the week winning a package to the Ladbrokes Irish Festival in Killarney. Set myself the following goals for July;1.) Qualify for the Killarney festival - Check!
2.) Write 20 articles - Done about 60 so far!, Check!
3.) And write one which is actually OK - I'm not one to big up my own work, but this is really love this article, Here . Check!
4.) Borrow more training vids, maybe even watch some of them - Thanks to NOCASH, Check!
5.) Play 50+ HUP games on Stars with ROI of 20% or better - umm only played 5 so far, won them all though, nocheck.
Over all im a happy camper...
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Cream Crackerd
I really am so very, very old! Been wrecked all week following a late night on Monday when my best friend came to stay the night; he was working in Bristol so popped down. This was all far too much following directly on from Sunday as I played in the Killarney final and another late night.
Got near to a seat again then decided to piss away a playable stack with K6. I then sat in a HUP 3 handed cash game and won the buy-in to this Sunday’s final, so from the £40 I was given for father’s day I have managed to grind three €120 buy-ins to the weekly final! Not bad I suppose, I would have been more than happy with one shot for my £40. Just a pity I’ve played so poorly and run quite cold in the finals.
Been feeling very funny in myself, I told Karen that I think I might be approaching my midlife crisis, I’ve started to listen to dance music from my youth and have a desire to pick up some disco biscuits and hit a club. I’m fairly sure either or both would kill me but I have the urge non the less.
All my memories of my early twenties seem to have developed a golden hue around them, it’s like having a cross between a Hovis advert and Ibizia uncovered running in my head. Funny how much we can alter our perception, I know I was terribly depressed as in my mid twenties and always very lonely not matter how many people I was surrounded by, but my mind is desperately trying to tell me I’m missing out on something, anything.
I know that deep down I am a very happy family man, but right now it feel’s like something is clawing at me, I fell very restless. It almost feel’s chemical, like my body screaming at me this might be my last chance to plough another furrow. Sure it will pass.
Been busy writing for UKPOKERINFO, love some of the stuff James W has been developing, the live update system is going to blow peoples socks off. Good luck to James Akenhead, on 8.5 million in the last 27 of the main event, he deservers it after that 10 7 shizz last year.
Got near to a seat again then decided to piss away a playable stack with K6. I then sat in a HUP 3 handed cash game and won the buy-in to this Sunday’s final, so from the £40 I was given for father’s day I have managed to grind three €120 buy-ins to the weekly final! Not bad I suppose, I would have been more than happy with one shot for my £40. Just a pity I’ve played so poorly and run quite cold in the finals.
Been feeling very funny in myself, I told Karen that I think I might be approaching my midlife crisis, I’ve started to listen to dance music from my youth and have a desire to pick up some disco biscuits and hit a club. I’m fairly sure either or both would kill me but I have the urge non the less.
All my memories of my early twenties seem to have developed a golden hue around them, it’s like having a cross between a Hovis advert and Ibizia uncovered running in my head. Funny how much we can alter our perception, I know I was terribly depressed as in my mid twenties and always very lonely not matter how many people I was surrounded by, but my mind is desperately trying to tell me I’m missing out on something, anything.
I know that deep down I am a very happy family man, but right now it feel’s like something is clawing at me, I fell very restless. It almost feel’s chemical, like my body screaming at me this might be my last chance to plough another furrow. Sure it will pass.
Been busy writing for UKPOKERINFO, love some of the stuff James W has been developing, the live update system is going to blow peoples socks off. Good luck to James Akenhead, on 8.5 million in the last 27 of the main event, he deservers it after that 10 7 shizz last year.
Sunny has been doing live update on the hitsquad blog here.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Over Protective, Moi?
Had yesterday afternoon off to attend Becky’s sports day, but it was cancelled so caught up on some UKPOKERINFO work. I do wonder at what point we started to feel the need to attend our kid’s sport’s days? No one ever turned up to mine when I was a kid! Actually when did we start paying so much attention to our kid’s?
I spend at least 50 or 60 hours a week with Becky. When I was a kid I only ever seemed to see my Dad on our annual week in Great Yarmouth. Ok, that’s a slight exaggeration, I would also see him for two hours a week, between the time he woke up and the time he went to the pub on Saturday and Sunday.
I seem to spend huge amounts of time with my daughter, all day Saturday we went into town and on Sunday we went to the pictures, and I still felt guilty on Sunday for spending the early evening writing. Its weird, I just don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable with the time I give her, nothing will ever be enough.
I think today’s parents probable concentrate far too much on there children, when I was a kid I was pretty much left to get on with it. You just don’t see kids out and about much on there own anymore, everyone’s too scared to let them out of sight.
It’s all bit hysterical isn’t it, I can’t believe there where any less nonce’s around in the seventies and eighties then there is now, we just seemed to accept certain realties like ‘You can’t watch them every hour of the day’ back then, nowadays parents are obsessive about knowing where there kids are every minute of every hour of every day.
I remember as a kid just disappearing all day with me mates, over the woods and that sort of thing during the holidays. Just don’t imagine that goes on much today, I’d be getting texts from me mum every five minutes to make sure I wasn’t on my way round Garry Glitter’s house to see his ‘kittens’.
I’ve started writing a film script, the idea just hit me like a ton of bricks and it’s fighting to get out. Mind you my last effort to write fiction went down like a hot dog in a mosque, the link’s here (The Home Game), please somebody read it and leave a comment!
ohh and I've qualified for the weekly Killarney final again, so better luck this time hopefully.
I spend at least 50 or 60 hours a week with Becky. When I was a kid I only ever seemed to see my Dad on our annual week in Great Yarmouth. Ok, that’s a slight exaggeration, I would also see him for two hours a week, between the time he woke up and the time he went to the pub on Saturday and Sunday.
I seem to spend huge amounts of time with my daughter, all day Saturday we went into town and on Sunday we went to the pictures, and I still felt guilty on Sunday for spending the early evening writing. Its weird, I just don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable with the time I give her, nothing will ever be enough.
I think today’s parents probable concentrate far too much on there children, when I was a kid I was pretty much left to get on with it. You just don’t see kids out and about much on there own anymore, everyone’s too scared to let them out of sight.
It’s all bit hysterical isn’t it, I can’t believe there where any less nonce’s around in the seventies and eighties then there is now, we just seemed to accept certain realties like ‘You can’t watch them every hour of the day’ back then, nowadays parents are obsessive about knowing where there kids are every minute of every hour of every day.
I remember as a kid just disappearing all day with me mates, over the woods and that sort of thing during the holidays. Just don’t imagine that goes on much today, I’d be getting texts from me mum every five minutes to make sure I wasn’t on my way round Garry Glitter’s house to see his ‘kittens’.
I’ve started writing a film script, the idea just hit me like a ton of bricks and it’s fighting to get out. Mind you my last effort to write fiction went down like a hot dog in a mosque, the link’s here (The Home Game), please somebody read it and leave a comment!
ohh and I've qualified for the weekly Killarney final again, so better luck this time hopefully.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Non-Stop Scribbling
Been busy all weekend, trying to keep on top of the UKPOKERINFO workload whilst looking after my daughter and being on call, we are having to put a lot of volume through the site at the moment following the re-launch. Looking good as well, it’s a strong team we have.
Wasn’t sure about my title for the Hellmuth WSOP 2009 entrance piece (here), should have gone with my initial idea for the headline, “Hellmuth redefine’s the term arsehole”.
Steve Holden completed an excellent interview about his experience with Black Belt Poker (here) and it is refreshingly honest; a big thanks to Steve.
On the poker front qualified for the Killarney festival weekly final in the week and played it last night, got dealt nothing but still managed to get within site of the prize, Squirmy railed me the whole way (well after he bombed out!) and he nagged me into playing well when I wasn’t really in the mood, had to keep nicking to stay afloat but eventually went for one too many. Such is life.
Wasn’t sure about my title for the Hellmuth WSOP 2009 entrance piece (here), should have gone with my initial idea for the headline, “Hellmuth redefine’s the term arsehole”.
Steve Holden completed an excellent interview about his experience with Black Belt Poker (here) and it is refreshingly honest; a big thanks to Steve.
On the poker front qualified for the Killarney festival weekly final in the week and played it last night, got dealt nothing but still managed to get within site of the prize, Squirmy railed me the whole way (well after he bombed out!) and he nagged me into playing well when I wasn’t really in the mood, had to keep nicking to stay afloat but eventually went for one too many. Such is life.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Totally Made Up True Poker Conspiracies #1
Following the application of the UIGEA, the founders of Full Tilt Poker begin to find it increasingly difficult to move there profit back in to the US without breaking the law and exposing themselves to legal action. So they formulated a cunning plan, they picked a mid stakes player and rigged the RNG on the site to give him unbelievable good fortune, quickly he moved up to the highest stakes possible.
The Full Tilt head honcho’s begin to transfer all there profits into Gus Hansen’s account (I know bare with me) where he proceeds to play PLO for high stakes. Gus then does what he does best and spews off millions of dollars a day to the ‘new superstar’, at one point a low level employ inadvertently switches of the RNG fix and no one actually notices as Gus sucks at PLO so much. The ‘Superstar’ now has to find a way to transfer his money from the site to his American bank accounts, which he does via a number of semi legal transactions, thus taking all the risks.
With all his new found fame and wealth, poker’s latest ‘Superstar’ decides the only correct course of action is to move to Las Vegas where he could then also dominate the live high stakes poker scene at the Bellagio, like he does online. He proceeds to piss away every penny he earned in Bobby’s room to the high stakes players who play there, who just happen to be all be Full Tilt founding members.
So if you start to run super good on Full Tilt then watch out, you could be there next mark!
The Full Tilt head honcho’s begin to transfer all there profits into Gus Hansen’s account (I know bare with me) where he proceeds to play PLO for high stakes. Gus then does what he does best and spews off millions of dollars a day to the ‘new superstar’, at one point a low level employ inadvertently switches of the RNG fix and no one actually notices as Gus sucks at PLO so much. The ‘Superstar’ now has to find a way to transfer his money from the site to his American bank accounts, which he does via a number of semi legal transactions, thus taking all the risks.
With all his new found fame and wealth, poker’s latest ‘Superstar’ decides the only correct course of action is to move to Las Vegas where he could then also dominate the live high stakes poker scene at the Bellagio, like he does online. He proceeds to piss away every penny he earned in Bobby’s room to the high stakes players who play there, who just happen to be all be Full Tilt founding members.
So if you start to run super good on Full Tilt then watch out, you could be there next mark!
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