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Not content with playing cards and winning, there seems to be a new trend emerging in our favorite game. Prop bets on outcomes are soooo last year and degeneracy is rearing its head as is the deluded self belief that being good at the 'sport' of poker (sitting on your arse doing maths in your head) will some how make you into an Olympic champion...

Deviation 1: Massive bets on random stuff..

As I entered the bar I could smell the bad beats in the air. I decided to avoid them and drink through the pain. After a brief hug from Lulu I headed to a corner where kid was propping up the bar. ‘Hug me! I’m hurt!’ he hollered. It turned out that Statto had not believed his story about the car and had kicked him in the leg making him cry!

Thank heavens for the break. I was starving. Kojak and I headed to the players eating area. The two choices were chicken or beef. ‘What is the vegetarian option’ I politely ask the lady at the buffest station. ‘We have chicken or beef’. Ok ….I headed to the bar to see what they had. I was offered some pasta ‘but its not fresh, its yesterdays’. Nice!

Yep, this is log over due, What can I say? I have been recovering! But now in my new sober state I am able to talk about my main event experience.

I awoke feeling slightly like my head was full of cotton wool but well rested from the oh so comfortable bed. It was 11, so we headed for the lobby to see where the gang were camping out until we had to leave. Kid informed me we would be leaving at 1, I wasn't taking my chances after the state he was in the night before.

Last Thursday night, having braved Ireland's favourite budget airline, the Princess and Kojak landed in Dublin. Having been harassed by the airlines forthcoming crappy euro pop single, the prospect of a tin whistle and a pint of the black stuff seemed more than appealing. I picked up the phone called the Gutshot kid.

A few weeks ago, I took a day off from all things poker and went to a spa. Not quite my mother ship and certainly and odd thing for me to do, but, I did rather enjoy sitting in a jacuzzi all afternoon chewing the fat with a bunch of hens getting all excited about the forthcoming nuptials of a good friend of mine.

For the last week the princess and her Kojak have been in the razzle dazzle heaven that is Las Vegas. You may be surprised to hear though that whilst we did visit quite a few poker rooms we didn't play a single hand!

tonight, after a few drinks with some poker buddies I am going to a lecture at Poker In The Park. Its about tells and reading body language. I am sure they'll take one look at me and the lecture will open with "the fish, usually a drunken blonde in dangerously high heels, can be spotted by her glassy eyes and more than slight wobble when she walks". Still I might learn something...

...Looks like the Scotts lassies are well up for the game:

Pauline Diamond - Glasgow Herald:

The new girls’ night out ... a trip down the pub and a hand of poker

Across the country increasing numbers of women are taking up the ultimate man’s game By Pauline Diamond
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