Benylin and coke... ice and lemon

The foot is down. 200 mph towards oblivion, pushing the body as far as you can towards breaking point. Olympic athletes? No. Press actually. Cough syrup, high caffeine beverages, sleep a long lost dream. We're here to watch World Champions play the laymen for £20 buy-ins and a chance to touch the hems of garments. Won't these fuckers hurry up?

But no. Stay calm. Tarnishing of this beautiful dream must soon begin, and the novelty will become something the ealy starters will regret tomorrow morning. There's still no bar license here. The critical mass of being on the piss or playing poker is fast approaching. And when you can't do both problems are never far enough away.