Ace-Nine

Dammit. 5 hours sleep in two days means no blog posting recently. Too busy, which is no excuse in blog land, but it's all I have. And these psts are getting a little stale, aren't they? Poker torunaments go on all night and you work all day. You find a free hour at the 5am mark and make the most of it, so the blogging had to take the jump seat.

But anyway, part of the lack of sleep was good, although it's getting harder to convince my girlfriend I'm actually crap at poker. I made the final table of a £150 freezeout comp which meant I would actually have to perform to a certain standard. Everything was in place to make me look foolish.

But I have moves! Like Ace-Nine! Oops. But Ace-high is sometimes good, and these days for me it's a full scream battle charge into the unknown with whatever you can get your hands on. It normally ends in slaughter of course, but it's a far greater thing to try. Otherwise you just sit and watch the world go by with regrets. Regardless, I can't bring myself to talk about it. But I made a few quid and learned a lot, and pissed off my boss, and found that luck is on my side these days in a lot of ways.

More tournaments this weekend, going late into the morning. Yesterday I managed a night off by tactically going for drinks with my boss and Andy Black, lending Andy £400 and then saying I needed to go home "to sleep". Actually, this was true, but when I said that I didn't feel tired. It was still nice to go to bed when it was dark, and not bright sunshine outside with people on their way to work.

Now it's the quiet time before it all kicks off again. I was going to blog about being cool and not being cool. Maybe later. There has to be something more interesting to say...