Champion Blogging

Time to blog like a motherfucker. It's the only way to grease these terrible writing wheels. So far so good on the emergency article, but there remains one looming obstacle. It reads crap.

But hell, that's never stopped any of the thirty-odd articles that have come before. And besides, I'm playing poker tonight. A hideous recreation of everything I've learned, wrapped up in a fearless suit of armour, with the words "Bet Everything" emblazoned on the front. Tonight Matthew I'm going to be Gus Hansen's slightly shorter, hirsute and less freaky cousin.

Because some things are more important. Not for us the glory, just the satisfaction of a job, well, done in a way that nobody expected. It's time to rip the heart out, attach it to a sleeve and regret nothing. I'm already there. Queen-Three is a monster. Ace-high is good.

Then I'll stay up late writing in the only way I know how. With a deadline, no food or sleep, no sunshine, and with cigarettes. Things will be good. Take that look of disbelief off your face.