Bad night in front of the PC!
What was I thinking of?
I love a hand of poker in the pub now and then. I especially like it when we’re away in some remote place in Scotland or Cornwall and it feels like you’re gone back in time, sitting around, bottle of whiskey, maybe a hunk of good cheese and some of those fab Fumbles biscuits.
I even like a little go now and then on the computer if I’m home alone for a while.
But last night it all went a bit silly.
I played Texas Hold ‘em Poker from about nine through to a time I’m not about to put into print, and ok I had fun, and the rush came (and went) and while I lost money it wasn’t that much. But a grown man. Spending all night alone playing poker oinline. It just doesn’t seem right.
But it wasn’t so much the hours and the poker, it was the whiskey that was the big problem.
Trying to recreate that Scottish island croft feel I made my way through far too much Tobermoray.
Feeling grim now. Silly arse.