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Is there a Party Poker Freeroll tonight for the Late Night Poker show? The whole caboodle seems to be organized with all the talent of the local Scout Hut's rendition of Rigoletto. Last week I had no idea what was happening — there was no sign of the tournament in the waiting room, I mean, lobby — until I suddenly found myself seated at a table. Oh well, I guess, if the prize is anything like last week's, it's worthwhile just turning up.
I paid off the Party bonus last night and it looks to me as if BonusMay gets another bonus rolling straight away. Rock on. This bonus fest and affiliate payment cannot last. It must be possible to accumulate $1500 a month going from poker site to poker site. All you have to do is break even at the game.
For me it's more of an extended rakeback, so I presume that I am still profitable for the poker sites. But I am sure there are some players who are not profitable.
A lot of albums have been making their way onto the Rio Karma in the past few weeks. Oasis is the one that has got the most plays, although I assume saying that is somewhat naff these days. The Libertines' second album isn't that catchy (certainly nothing like Up The Bracket). Morrissey's You Are The Quarry seems to reappear on the CD more often than random selection would dictate.
While Springsteen's Born To Run is definitely good for the treadmill, finding the right album for the rowing machine is harder. I've been focusing on my technique on the rower, keeping my strokes-per-minute down to 22/23, but trying to maintain a 2.20 to 2.25 for 500 meters. This necessarily means more work for the arms and less work for the legs (which is the idea -- my upper body strength is woeful compared to my leg strength, as evidenced by my relative performances on the weight machines).
Anyway, keeping a pace as slow as 22/23 is difficult, so you need an album of a particular pace, but one which doesn't send you to sleep. Nick Cave is probably the best so far. But what you really need are slow tracks that you REALLY LIKE, perhaps with mainly slow sections, but some pumping chorus lines.
After the tournament on Monday and a hyped up brain on Tuesday (tidied up, played cards, did lots of other home admin things) I flaked out for two hours yesterday afternoon and STILL went to bed at 9.30. So it was nice to get a good recuperating sleep in.
I managed to watch snippets of The Property Chain and of Gordon Ramsey's new kitchen series. I would have liked to stay awake for the latter, as it looked promising. However, both programmes seemed to confirm my amazement at the question "Why do any members of the general public agree to appear on TV?" The public-school educated "research assistant" will blather on about a "rounded view" and "putting YOUR side of the story", but surely even the densest twat-family will have seen what will inevitably happen?
There was an e-mail from one of these dintzes on the Gutshot forum last week, asking Mel Lofthouse to get in touch. I can't remember what bullshit the research assistant spouted, but I can imagine the net result if Mel agreed. Hmm, woman who plays a lot of online poker, with a new-born baby. What's the odds that they would wait for just that moment when Mel is in the middle of an important hand in a tournament and the baby starts crying?
In fact, what are the odds that one of the team would WAIT for that all-important moment in the tournament, and would surreptitiously prod the baby with a sharp stick?
The Property Show revealed that lowest-of-the-low, the gazunderer, sitting at the bottom of the chain and suddenly saying "oh, sorry, we're six grand short". The "advised" solution for this is for the entire chain to bear some of the loss. My own recommendation would be that they get together and go round to said gazunderer's abode and threaten to expose them to every estate agent in the area as someone who reneges on the deal, and to promptly put the price up "because there is no way any estate agent in the region will take you on once we put your name around".
When I sold my Landells Road place I told the estate agent, quite clearly, that I wanted a buyer with whom "the deal will go through", rather than the person who offered the best price. I also made it clear that if the estate agent picked a buyer for whom the deal did not go through, then I would blame him, personally, and would state this to the agent's regional manager (as in the Challinger story, it helps if you actually know the regional manager....)
And, guess what, he still fucked up. In this case it was the buyer having a problem selling their flat because they bought it without checking that the conversion of the house into flats had been approved. I mean, here they are, making a purchase far larger than anything they have done before, and they don't even check that what they are buying is legal. How do these people tie their shoelaces in the morning?
Anyway, I did report him to the regional manager, and I did get someone else to represent me at that agency (for 0.25% less, because of the agent's screw-up) and I sold the place within six weeks.
All turned out nice, then.
I paid off the Party bonus last night and it looks to me as if BonusMay gets another bonus rolling straight away. Rock on. This bonus fest and affiliate payment cannot last. It must be possible to accumulate $1500 a month going from poker site to poker site. All you have to do is break even at the game.
For me it's more of an extended rakeback, so I presume that I am still profitable for the poker sites. But I am sure there are some players who are not profitable.
A lot of albums have been making their way onto the Rio Karma in the past few weeks. Oasis is the one that has got the most plays, although I assume saying that is somewhat naff these days. The Libertines' second album isn't that catchy (certainly nothing like Up The Bracket). Morrissey's You Are The Quarry seems to reappear on the CD more often than random selection would dictate.
While Springsteen's Born To Run is definitely good for the treadmill, finding the right album for the rowing machine is harder. I've been focusing on my technique on the rower, keeping my strokes-per-minute down to 22/23, but trying to maintain a 2.20 to 2.25 for 500 meters. This necessarily means more work for the arms and less work for the legs (which is the idea -- my upper body strength is woeful compared to my leg strength, as evidenced by my relative performances on the weight machines).
Anyway, keeping a pace as slow as 22/23 is difficult, so you need an album of a particular pace, but one which doesn't send you to sleep. Nick Cave is probably the best so far. But what you really need are slow tracks that you REALLY LIKE, perhaps with mainly slow sections, but some pumping chorus lines.
After the tournament on Monday and a hyped up brain on Tuesday (tidied up, played cards, did lots of other home admin things) I flaked out for two hours yesterday afternoon and STILL went to bed at 9.30. So it was nice to get a good recuperating sleep in.
I managed to watch snippets of The Property Chain and of Gordon Ramsey's new kitchen series. I would have liked to stay awake for the latter, as it looked promising. However, both programmes seemed to confirm my amazement at the question "Why do any members of the general public agree to appear on TV?" The public-school educated "research assistant" will blather on about a "rounded view" and "putting YOUR side of the story", but surely even the densest twat-family will have seen what will inevitably happen?
There was an e-mail from one of these dintzes on the Gutshot forum last week, asking Mel Lofthouse to get in touch. I can't remember what bullshit the research assistant spouted, but I can imagine the net result if Mel agreed. Hmm, woman who plays a lot of online poker, with a new-born baby. What's the odds that they would wait for just that moment when Mel is in the middle of an important hand in a tournament and the baby starts crying?
In fact, what are the odds that one of the team would WAIT for that all-important moment in the tournament, and would surreptitiously prod the baby with a sharp stick?
The Property Show revealed that lowest-of-the-low, the gazunderer, sitting at the bottom of the chain and suddenly saying "oh, sorry, we're six grand short". The "advised" solution for this is for the entire chain to bear some of the loss. My own recommendation would be that they get together and go round to said gazunderer's abode and threaten to expose them to every estate agent in the area as someone who reneges on the deal, and to promptly put the price up "because there is no way any estate agent in the region will take you on once we put your name around".
When I sold my Landells Road place I told the estate agent, quite clearly, that I wanted a buyer with whom "the deal will go through", rather than the person who offered the best price. I also made it clear that if the estate agent picked a buyer for whom the deal did not go through, then I would blame him, personally, and would state this to the agent's regional manager (as in the Challinger story, it helps if you actually know the regional manager....)
And, guess what, he still fucked up. In this case it was the buyer having a problem selling their flat because they bought it without checking that the conversion of the house into flats had been approved. I mean, here they are, making a purchase far larger than anything they have done before, and they don't even check that what they are buying is legal. How do these people tie their shoelaces in the morning?
Anyway, I did report him to the regional manager, and I did get someone else to represent me at that agency (for 0.25% less, because of the agent's screw-up) and I sold the place within six weeks.
All turned out nice, then.
