Cracking On

I've been cracking away on stars during the last week or so. I've put in quite a few hours on the 2/4 PLO tables with moderate success. Admittedly I've not quite done the 60 hour weeks the Scandies seem to manage, but I've successfully negotiated a schedule of sleeping 10 hours a day and eating 4 meals a day whilst soaking up the sunshine and squeezing in 20-25 hours of 3 tabling. Hence I now need a night away from the PC, so later I'll nip round the M25 and get myself up to Luton to play the Dealers Choice in the hope that someone up there wants to throw a few quid in my direction.

I'm also trying to sort out a few monitors and stuff so I can 8 table. At the moment I have my laptop and I plug in a 19 inch crt monitor (big heavy thing) which allows me to 5 table without any tables overlapping (4 on the monitor and 1 on the laptop). The problem with this is that if I play in the garden I am restricted to playing 2 overlapping tables on the laptop screen.

My aim is to have two 20 inch TFT monitors plugged in to my laptop thus enabling me to 8 table without any overlap. Furthermore the lighter monitors will enable me to transport them to the garden more easily so I can enjoy the weather whilst I crack away. The problem though is that you need a 20 inch flat screen monitor to fit four tables, and apparently a laptop doesn't have the graphics capabilities to run two 20 inch monitors at the required resolution. I'm off to a computer shop later to find out what needs to be done.

Absolutely Brilliant!

I had the wonderful pleasure of sitting next to Francis in the dealers choice game at Luton last night. After getting murdered in a few pots he finally landed a hand and quietly whispered to me "you see, old Francious can still be a little bit classy sometimes."

To be honest I needed cheering up and I don't think anything would have been quite as effective as Francis telling me why he would never go to Vegas in the summer months and how people just seemed to be queueing up to give him money at the moment.

Depression

I had a massive argument with Becky again yesterday. Looking back on it even I am starting to take her side.

Having spent the last week in Germany enjoying the World Cup, and taking in Englands dissapointing exit to Portugal, I had promised to spend some time with her yesterday. However after logging on and playing a few hands I didn't really fancy the drive. The game was too good to leave.

Playing this fucking silly game just seems like a souless and lonely existence sometimes. On the up side the money is ok and to be honest I never really liked working much, but the hours of solitude and the resultant lack of social interaction can just grind you down. Furthermore the hours of work are comparable to a night-porter with a bad shift pattern. When the country is awake, I'm asleep. When they're having fun, I'm working.