Saturday 28 January 2012: A Hard Day's Night.
Was really looking forward to poker last night, it's been a very heavy,
tiring week, and I'm feeling stressed.
So poker is a cool way to unwind, unless you're eye starts twitching
so badly you resemble Herbert Lom with electrodes on his bollocks.
It probably didn't help I was throwing back whisky, tequila
and large espressos like a guest at Berlusconi's last bunga bunga.
It must have masked all my usual tells,
as I managed to make some nice money.
But not quite enough to replace the glasses I left in the cab. Arse.
And this is as close to a Beatle blip as I will ever do again.
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