Today is the one day a week I generally do not play poker. As anyone who has met me knows, I do like the odd tipple, normally Strongbow, or in a more sophisticated environment, scrumpy !!! especially the stuff at +7%.....it is a good colon clearer.
I live in a Village just off J2 of the the M42. Where if you fart, yer mates you haven't seen for a week know all about it and can describe its aroma in amazing graphic detail like a frenchman can taste wine and stale Gitanes....
Anyway.
Tonight is "exercise" the braincell night at my local, where the local village idiots pit their wits against the downloaded questions from some 80 year old man who turns up with a couple of speakers and a 1940's radio mike.
Amazingly enough we do win, this is akin to the laddies river, as considering the alcohol consumed, we are the 2 7 off to the so called "Oxford Grads" AA, but we do enjoy laughing at them when, on the odd occasion, we do pull of a good muffing and take down the £10 first prize and the more prestiged, "Swan Quiz Winner 200x" Pens, which last a good 5 mins before running out of ink and ending up on the award winning open fire/spittoon....
Post Quiz night is a different matter....there is an art in leaving the pub at about 23:29, this is a serious test of will power, because as you leave the door and enter the street, the blinding light of heaven that eminates from the chinese takeaway 100 yards away draws you in like a scandi and a gutshot str8 draw for all his bankroll. You know you have 45 seconds before the closed sign goes up and you don't want to make it....but then you also do.....I always leave it in the hands of fate....unfortunately, fate has expanded my jeans by a good 4 inches over the last two years.
I will attempt to continue this post when I come back from the pub after 7 pints of cider and decide that playing the 00:30 5$ f/o on laddies is the only thing that matters.
l8r
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