This week I shall mostly be making sure I get to bed at a decent hour. I only got 5 hours last Thursday night and that left me in a really dark mood on Friday evening .Picking Step A up and giving her a lift to her Dads cheered me up a little, but I was in no mood to face the world. I even saw someone I knew really well whilst food shopping after work and walked the other way to avoid having to make conversation.
The dark mood passed after I caught up on lost sleep with a long lie on Saturday morning and watching Rangers go back to the top of the league with a 3-1 win certainly put a spring back in my step.
I had a vague idea the San Jose Salmon and Mrs Salmon ( close friends who emigrated years ago) were back in the UK and a quick call after the game soon organised a fine session at mutual friends on Saturday night. The S-man was there too and I’m pleased to say that I definitely take last place in the "who has become the fattest,baldiest bassa over the years" competition!! I’m sure Step A only calls me “The Monk” due to my wise worldly ways and liking for meditation….
It was great to catch up properly and we’ve already organised a PS3 night for tomorrow and a wee home poker game for this weekend. They go back to the States next week and I hope it’s not too long before they visit again.
I would have been in Newcastle for the RTR forum weekend if I’d been able to get today off work and I was glad I wasn’t asleep and was playing my last turbo of the evening when Dudley and Bully rang my moby just after 3am on Saturday night.Top geezers and congrats to the RTR team on cashing in the team poker event.
To the poker and my next post will have some pretty exciting news for bloggers/readers about the revival of the Brit Blogger game and the chance to win WSOP seats.Watch this space!
Last night I watched a few more training videos. One handy wee tip I picked up was to avoid looking at the cashier when grinding turbos.It’s human nature to be results orientated and despite all my witterings about right decisions and the long term,I’m just as bad as the next player when it comes to checking exactly how much I have in my account after each game ends.Party software makes it easy to hide the cashier.
Inspired by the training vids and by The Kid’s comment on a recent post asking why I didn’t play more tables,I fired up eight $22’s on Party and found the action just a little too quick for my liking.Cascading six tables seemed to work quite well ( though I did fold Aces preflop by mistake) and I was happy to finish up about 10 buy-ins over 22 games.
Reading the paper today, I see that Melinda Messenger has been voted/thrown off some primetime tv dancing show.She was "The Sun's" page 3 ( topless girl on Page 3 of the paper every day for non UK readers) girl for the millenium and readers were invited to send in a poem in her honour, with the lucky winner getting to meet her.
My effort ( below) was never printed for some reason....
There once was a girl called Mel,
Whose tits were incredibly swell
Her face 'aint a worry,I'd get into her furry...
And probably her ringpiece aswell
Here was my ode to a girl at work who left to have a baby she hadn't planned....
There once was a lady called Jo
Who never expected a kid
She went off on her hols,
Her man emptied his balls...
And now the bump canny be hid....
Spotted this on Pocket Fives...NSFW!
Ok,thanks for reading.Back soon..
Labels: Melinda Messenger, poetry, Rabbie Burns, The Sun