In truth dear reader, of all the Victorias I could enter on a lazy Saturday afternoon, Grosvenor's Victoria Casino comes someway down the list; ahead of Victoria Wood, but way below Victoria Beckham (come on you would too, get off your high horse).
This is a casino I have been meaning to visit for some time. The APAT regional series of tournaments allows me to kill two birds with one stone. Firstly, to have a look at the place and secondly to atone for my performance in the first regional event in Brizzle where I was out before my buttocks had had time to make an impression on my seat.In real terms and under normal circumstances, since this is only a £20 game I would struggle to find the patience to take it seriously enough to make any real progress, but on this occasion I have additional motivations other than the money and those medals they give out for the top three spots.
It occurred to me a few weeks ago epiphanic stylee, that if I looked deep deep deep within myself, I'd have to accept that I'm a better writer than I ever will be a poker player. I'm still a fucking good player, just I'm an even more awesomer writer. Now then, the book sto's are full of poker manuals and essential reading they are too, but there are relatively few poker novels and since the demographics of your average casino full of poker players is wide and diverse, this is somewhat surprising to me.
Sooooo, from this moment hence, I shall begin collecting my experiences of players and games in my thinking head, and eventually I shall morph them all into a booker prize winning poker novel to be found in the hand luggage of every player from here to Vegas.
AhahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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