Where's Wally?

After my drunken street fracas before Christmas I have understandably been attempting to keep a low profile in the neighbourhood. The Baron however, made a wry observation that this might prove difficult given that I am essentially a red man with white hair in a predominantly black London community. Whilst the Baron cheekily alludes to my prematurely grey hair and “Irish” complexion when I have a hangover, he has a fair point.

I remember enjoying the “Where’s Wally” books as a kid, where you had to identify Wally in a crowded scene, with his distinctive red and white striped top. I’m sure I would have had a far greater chance of blending into one of the scenes in the book, where there were plenty of red herrings with red and white stripes to confuse the eye. Despite my anti-camoflague, I’ve managed to avoid running into my fellow brawlees, so it seems there will be no Rocky II.

So – what have I been up to? Not a lot on the poker front. I’ve played twice live, registering a £500 and a £400 loss each time. The latter was particularly disappointing, given that I had started like a train in a short handed game with Sonny, the Baron and Nemo. Truth be told, my enthusiasm for live cash poker was at an all time low, so the lack of activity in the last 4/5 weeks has been most welcome. I plan to play a couple of times in the weeks ahead, so we’ll see how much I enjoy it.

I had a planned day off work on Monday, and unexpectedly found myself playing a whole sequence of low stakes online tournaments. After a poor start, I chopped a PS tournament 4 ways for $860 to rescue the day and profit a modest return for the nine hour session. I was also called an “anal tool” in the chatbox, so I’m pleased that my capacity for annoying other players with weird lines hasn’t diminished.

In truth, there really hasn’t been much interesting material, so I have resisted blogging for the sake of it. I’ll make an effort to blog the next cash game.

Where’s Jimbo???? THERE he is!