Day 61: All in…
The current self-imposed ban on Blackjack fueled my desire go get better at poker (and it wasn’t the only thing in the last few days) so I hit the tables again and started playing four at once for 25 cent/10 cent blinds. With $15 to start with on each table I was quickly dispatched from one, held steady on two of them and managed to build up a head of steam on the fourth.
I obviously pissed someone off because he kept calling everything I did and so I cleared him out and left $20 up for the night.
Day 62: All out…
My see-saw poker career continued with Day 61’s $20 quickly turning into some American or Russian’s $20. I clearly haven’t learnt anything.
Day 63: V good
Early on Saturday morning I set off to the V Festival in Stafford where I spent the weekend with some the UK’s best online poker players. Naturally I asked for tips wherever I could and the resounding response was “stop playing blackjack”. Oh dear.
Still, as most of them make a living from cards I suppose I should heed the advice.
I cleverly avoided taking a deck of cards with me in case I became embroiled in a game where I’d be clearly out of my depth and so instead I put my faith in my latest hobby…football match accumulators.
I bet on four Premiership games and once again I missed out by won victory as Birmingham failed to beat Portsmouth.
On the music front The Streets were brilliant and I passed on Oasis in favour of MGMT (pictured).
Day 64: Will you still need me, will you still feed me…
Sebastian Vettel to win the European Grand Prix. 5/1. £5 on. No dice. Retired after 23 laps.
Luckily though, our cricketing heroes whipped the Aussies in the final test to lift (a replica of) the Ashes and I won £21 from the bet I accidentally placed whilst trying to gamble on the fourth test…which we lost. Resultio.
I celebrated with a curry.
Then to cap a winning day I wondered if the wise words of my new found poker friends would help me…to win just over £17.
Just have to hang on to that now and maybe its the start of the turnaround.
Day 65: Annualism
Today I learned I may be an annualist from an article (which you may have just clicked on) on the BBC website. Always good to learn a new word. I left them a comment in case anyone sees it, finds the site and challenges me to do something wacky. My girlfriend has bet me a fiver they don’t publish it.
Tonight I was struggling for further inspiration (it can be a burden for us annualists) and so I had £2 e/w on a Virtual Horse Race on Will Hill.
Never again.
Difficult to know what happened there, both in the lunacy of my decision to play it and the confusion of the race itself. My “horse” came somewhere near the back (apparently) and is now being virtually shot…in Second Life…by someone from the Sims.
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