No Winners

Mission to Maidstone. How I hate these trips. They seem to go slow and travelling there and back is a slow painful ride that never seems as quick as the Transport website promises. Something adds to the misery. Today will be no exception.

It feels like detention. Working when you should be at home, warm, doing Sunday stuff with people far more love worthy than a room full of poker players. But alas, this is what we signed on for all those months ago, 12 actually. A year ago yesterday I started my first day on the job. It happened to involve a flight to Las Vegas and a week at Bellagio. Not a bad first day.

But it's a cold Sunday in Kent today. A semi-final heat for a place in the European Open Final, and a race against time to get a train back at a humane hour. The odds are against me. They always are. I take them on anyway and wonder why I disappointed at the end. Give up on the evening. It will all be in Maidstone. Get used to that and nevermind.