Wednesday

Was pretty much a quiet affair. I couldn't stomach any more fish so went to a steakhouse for lunch. After a few Japanese beers I was ready to face the world.

I played a few hours 2-7 Triple Draw with some Fins.
Won some money, lost some money,won some money, lost some money. If I wanted to watch tennis I would have..Em..taken up tennis.

I decide that enough is enough and go to see a comedian.
Now being a poker player isn't all romantic imagery. People try to F@cK you out there so I learned my lesson a long time ago and work alone.
Eat when I want to eat, go wherever I please and don't have to hang around waiting on 'friends' who are still in the tourney to bust so we can get a cash game started.

When you go see a comedian its a given that you attend with friends. Otherwise you will undoubtedly become the butt of all the nights humour as comediens, like poker players, can smell the weak. Tonight I was no exception.

He went on to tell me that I looked like the drunk guy on the Diagio advert. The guy falling over making a baboon of himself. In my defense I was very tired that evening which may have been perceived to the untrained eye as me being drunk.
I was put at ease again when he told the whole crowd that they looked like the drunk guy and Diagio should make more accurate adverts to warn of the dangers of alcohol.

Eg. Guy wakes up naked after wetting the bed and theres a rooster tied to his bed post. He finds his phone in a kebab on the floor and reads the message from his friend Dave...

It says: "Hows the head, Do you remember stealing that barstool and punching your girlfriend? Dot,Dot,Dot You Legend!"

While taking a much deserved smoke break I bumped into and old friend whom I'd lost contact with a few years ago. After a pint or four we hit the town.He reminded me of the time we went wine tasting in France and beat the locals in marathon poker games in their taverns.They thought we were crazy as we tried to enforce the English only rule in a pub cash game in Burgundy!

We laughed into the small hours and decided to go to the 'Club' next door. The pretty Hostess stamped my hand upon entry.
It was the same stamp I'd woke up with on Tuesday morning..Ahhhhhhh! The penny had dropped..I'd blown €400 in a strip club on a Monday night and couldn't remember it. The barmaid (Lets call her Monika**) knew my name and what I was drinking. Pint of Heineken and a large G&T. This was so embarrassing but my mate found it amusing.

"So you're still a dirty old begger" he pondered.
All I could say was "Guilty".

*** Please note: Monika is not Monikas real name.

......Simona is!