I'll need poker to pick up in the next eight weeks. If not, my life could become unpleasantly Dickensian.
Fear is a great motivator! Just ask most of Dickens' protagonists.
Are you wanting to go pro? How close is it?
If you're taking shots at 100NL it can't be too far away.
Good luck - rooting for you.
Originally posted by FingersMalone
I'll need poker to pick up in the next eight weeks. If not, my life could become unpleasantly Dickensian.
I tried to imagine "pleasantly Dickensian" and sprained my brain
Proper post to follow later but I think I've just come as close I as will get to a Brandoesque moment:
I spent ten minutes trying to reattach the base of the shower head to the wall attachment by greasing both with "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
Originally posted by FingersMalone
Originally posted by trickybob
I am of course making an assumption here based on two facts. The first is that this kind of unsavoury, illegal activity doesn't occur in the drinking establishments of the south. The second is that nobody from the south supports Everton - they all support Manchester United.
I am a Northern Monkey but, in the nineties, I branched out in an effort to avoid going bananas.
So by stretching both legs and metaphors, I ended up in the smoke, seeking my fortune but discovering a natural habitat for monkeys.
I'd have been better off playing Monopoly and diddling the banker.
I'm now briefly back in Liverpool: March sees an adventure with a Moll in the land of the Johnny Foreigners.
I'll need poker to pick up in the next eight weeks. If not, my life could become unpleasantly Dickensian.
Guv'nor.
Bad beats ITT.
Originally posted by VorpalF2F
Originally posted by FingersMalone
I'll need poker to pick up in the next eight weeks. If not, my life could become unpleasantly Dickensian.I tried to imagine "pleasantly Dickensian" and sprained my brain
The ending of "Oliver!"?
"Are you wanting to go pro? How close is it?
If you're taking shots at 100NL it can't be too far away. "
Yeah, that's the idea. When I'm in the sun with The Moll, poker is going to be paying for my sun screen.
However, in the interest of full disclosure, I should say that I have gone pro in the past; for eight years, playing 15/30FL, before the NL boom.
I was one of the lucky ones who made a deposit at just the right time in 2000 and discovered a game that was very easy to beat. I read starting hand charts and a few books; most other players didn't: they were still playing in Pete's kitchen, eating cookies, drinking milk.... and losing.
I made quite a lot of money and had a ball - and was swiftly left behind, spending the green as the game rapidly became tougher. I was also slightly sidetracked by poker writing gigs and 9-to5 experiences in the industry.
I stowed enough to get by - but, now I've returned to the game its humbling to realise how much the game has improved and how much work I have to do.
So, maybe this blog can be a Dickensian tale of redemption, of a man that has one last chance to pull up his britches, spit on his palms and get stuck in.
Failing that maybe it can be a nod to the 30 year anniversary of the first Adrian Mole book. I seem to remember that diary features graphs, writing aspirations and is set during a recession too.
January in graphs and best served with:
Clint Eastwood:
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Lee Van Cleef:
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Eli Wallach:
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Month (text) review:
Clint Eastwood:
Lee Van Cleef:
Eli Wallach:
I feel a bit "meh".
I have not made much progress towards the standard I'll require in late March.
My rakeback deal is based on a goal set by the affiliate. If I miss it, I receive x%; if I hit it, I reach 2x%.
It is based on quite a lot of play and the amount will make a difference.
HEM (1) states that I am target +$30; the affiliate account states target -$17.25.
If they are not prepared to a cut a deal, I'll probably move all of my play here. That should
Most of the month's progress was dashed by my stab at 100NL and I let fear strip me of cash. Most annoying.
A few goals for Feb:
Originally posted by FingersMalone
"Are you wanting to go pro? How close is it?If you're taking shots at 100NL it can't be too far away. "
Yeah, that's the idea. When I'm in the sun with The Moll, poker is going to be paying for my sun screen.
However, in the interest of full disclosure, I should say that I have gone pro in the past; for eight years, playing 15/30FL, before the NL boom.
I was one of the lucky ones who made a deposit at just the right time in 2000 and discovered a game that was very easy to beat. I read starting hand charts and a few books; most other players didn't: they were still playing in Pete's kitchen, eating cookies, drinking milk.... and losing.
I made quite a lot of money and had a ball - and was swiftly left behind, spending the green as the game rapidly became tougher. I was also slightly sidetracked by poker writing gigs and 9-to5 experiences in the industry.
I stowed enough to get by - but, now I've returned to the game its humbling to realise how much the game has improved and how much work I have to do.
So, maybe this blog can be a Dickensian tale of redemption, of a man that has one last chance to pull up his britches, spit on his palms and get stuck in.
Failing that maybe it can be a nod to the 30 year anniversary of the first Adrian Mole book. I seem to remember that diary features graphs, writing aspirations and is set during a recession too.
And get a penny farthing to travel around Bootle on, tipping your top hat at the cheery dockers and crack whores that will line the streets to cheer you on.
"And get a penny farthing to travel around Bootle on, tipping your top hat at the cheery dockers and crack whores that will line the streets to cheer you on. "
You assume I don't have one....
No play for me last night.
Instead it was a bottle of wine and the recent winner of the Costa award, the novel Pure. Excellent stuff, so far. Just what I needed to elbow poker out of my mind for a few hours.
The wine played its part, too.
Saw this on a walk to Croydon some time ago. It was posted on a wall in an alley. He may still be lost.....
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If I found that cat I would keep it, i'd say having a cat that knows the Greek alphabet in it's entirety is far more valuable than the £9 reward.
Originally posted by Wriggers
If I found that cat I would keep it, i'd say having a cat that knows the Greek alphabet in it's entirety is far more valuable than the £9 reward.
Rather have a cat that knows ICM and when to fold trips, but yeah.
p.s. belatedly, subscribed. Keep it up, Fingers.
Originally posted by Tim64
Originally posted by Wriggers
If I found that cat I would keep it, i'd say having a cat that knows the Greek alphabet in it's entirety is far more valuable than the £9 reward.Rather have a cat that knows ICM and when to fold trips, but yeah.
I want a cat called Peter. That is an awesome name for a cat.
I once had mate who had a Boa Constrictor called Dave - but he went a bit mad (the mate not the snake) and stepped out of a second floor window because the shimmering ghost of Princess Diana was calling to him to join her "walking in the sky" as he later explained.
Come to think of it, he wasn't really a mate, more of a highly strung, drug addled Glaswegian I knew from my army days.
Funny how this blogging brings up so much I'd forgotten.
I think the theme tune for The Good, The Bad and The Ugly should be playing when I'm having my blogging flashbacks. With an emphasis on The Bad and The Ugly.
Originally posted by Wriggers
What happened to Dave?
It sounds like the Glaswegian had the snake but not the ladder.
Last night, I took part in a four handed home game, playing against a chatter of Scousers.
They were three guys I've known for thirty years and, because the homeowner had recently celebrated his fortieth, the poker room's walls were plastered with photos of all the players (and others, obviously) from the last ten years.
It was both powerful and disturbing.
Thankfully, they were all taken before the rise of the camera phone and so they were all of us at "life stage" parties. (Theirs, at least. I have a knack for tripping on thresholds.)
Had they been of other gatherings, the gallery could have made the TV news, with the reader signing off with, "Before turning the gun on himself."
The dynamics of the group haven't changed since we were contesting egg 'n spoon races: When someone loses a tough hand, he goes through the five stages of grief:-
Originally posted by FingersMalone
Originally posted by Wriggers
What happened to Dave?It sounds like the Glaswegian had the snake but not the ladder.
I can't remember Wriggers!
But I was thinking about Bobby - the Glaswegian - and considered the following likely outcomes.
1 Dead
2 Jail
3 High Security Mental Health Unit
4 Religious Zealot
5 Working in the reptile house at a zoo
I hope it's number 5 - when sober/clean he was a real sweety.
