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I've just taken some pain killers cause I'm a circumspect kind of chap and I want to hit the ground running if any pain is coming my way...er..so anyway, this unlike my other blog entries, may not really make much sense and may leave you with a sense of nervousness and apprehension should you have an appointment with my company any time soon.

I do have a cold approaching from the south though I think. I've got that vague cacky feeling developing in my throat and I had a Mars bar just now that didn't taste quite right. No doubt the source of my fever is the high November winds which buffeted me and the various meanderers along Marble Arch tonight when I was waiting for my bus home from the Vic. Gotta get the red bus next time...always the red bus.

Couple of things of note occurred. Firstly, I didn't win a seat in the Manchester APAT thingy. I did get a nice Grosvenor Casino key chain though and I had some lovely lamb curry. Didn't spot Vicky Coren, but I did see one young lady who had ass that forgot to quit. Huge it was. By contrast I also saw an ass you could have bounced a ten pence piece off.

As you can tell, my poker playing this evening was so unspectacular there's really nothing to tell. I was dealt Aces first hand and a fortunate misdeal a few hours later allowed to me to remain in the tournament a few hours longer when the chap to my right was dealt aces, I was dealt ace-queen and the chap to my left was dealt Ace-king, but unfortunately for the dude to my right, another chap was also dealt a hand despite his exiting the tournament some twenty minutes previous. Phew!

Moving on from poker, I don't wish to sound anti-semetic, but have a look...no wait, I do wish to sound anti-semetic, I am anti-semetic. I'm anti all monotheistic religions. Not in a blow you up if you come near our children kind of way, but I do think they're silly. In fact I'm anti-all super-natural beliefs, except Santa. Is he super-natural? Of course he is. I digress, look at this picture. It's a bit fuzzy but it's two Jewish dudes playing No-limit Texas Hold 'em earlier tonight.

You know how you sometimes have to look at something twice before you realise that something is seriously wrong. Like when you come home and your wife is in bed with loads of blokes or something. Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't gambling expressly forbidden in the Torah? I'm quite sure gamblers are not welcome in the rabbihood or rabbidom or rabbi-ing as it's considered on a par with thieving and aaaaaand, it's the fucking sabbath anyway.

These people should be at home sat in a chair not moving a muscle shouldn't they? I know you people change the sabbath depending on what's on TV in a given season, but I checked and it's Saturday at the moment. Jesus fucking Christ chaps (see what I did there, blasphemy and so what)...if you're gonna sport those daft curls and yarmulkes cause you don't want to make the little baby jesus cry, then the least you can do surely is not go in a fucking casino on the sabbath.

Even if you are allowed to gamble, even if you're allowed to go to a casino on the sabbath you definitely are still not allowed to steal and no bearing false witness against your neighbour, so that's bluffing and stealing the blinds out the window, and these things are an integral part of Hold 'em. You're gonna fry boys, fry in hell. Do you people have hell? Or is that just the Christians these days? You're in trouble anyway, with someone. And if you're not, you've wasted your life on a daft religion so either way, have a word with yourselves. Grow up.

So anyway, I can't remember the rest of what I wanted to say. I need a lemsip.