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Excuse me, which city am I in?
Nov. 10th, 2005 07:22 amWalking from the station to the office on winter mornings is a slightly surreal experience. The inhabitants of central London at 6.30am are very different from those seen three hours later. The normal cleaners, drunks, and late-night revellers.
Just occasionally, you stumble across a film crew. This morning was more surreal than usual, in that they were filming a set just off Oxford Street, but changed into New York. Why they would choose such a central part of London to do this is beyond me. But there were the New York cabs, New York street signs, and motley actors hanging around waiting for something to happen.
The weirdest of these was a few years ago when I was still on the train one June morning. Just as I was passing London Bridge, it turned into Christmas (sorry, Festivus). Borough Market was absolutely covered in snow. They were filming Bridget Jones' Diary.
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It's hard to be happy for Mike Matusow winning the million bucks in Vegas -- although I would rather see him win it than Hellmuth. As I've written in the past, Matusow is obviously a great talent. In the past he has been unable to avoid blowing up. It would appear that he has managed to avoid it this time (or maybe he just, finally, got lucky!). But it's hard to warm to him.
Hellmuth, on the other hand, just isn't very good. I don't know if I was one of the earliest people to point out that one of the guy's major flaws was that he was crap and that the advice he gave would send you broke. This was before Poker madness set in, kind of "a long long time ago" in Star Wars terms.
Matusow's comment to Hellmuth that it was better to go out with nothing than to be blinded to death almost had me rooting for Mike. How long before Hellmuth gets the nickname "weak-tight bitch"?
Get this from the post-match interview. You need to be an experienced tournament player to truly understand the bollocks that Hellmuth is talking here.
“I played so great. But, so what? It doesn’t mean anything. The American public doesn’t understand how unlucky I got. I had Hoyt stealing my blinds over and over and just when I have a chance to bust him (with A-Q), he wakes up with Aces. I mean, how unlucky is that?”
This, recall, is the man who would go ballistic if you took a stand with 98s (which has considerably more chance in this situation than AQ). Nice read, Phil.
Just occasionally, you stumble across a film crew. This morning was more surreal than usual, in that they were filming a set just off Oxford Street, but changed into New York. Why they would choose such a central part of London to do this is beyond me. But there were the New York cabs, New York street signs, and motley actors hanging around waiting for something to happen.
The weirdest of these was a few years ago when I was still on the train one June morning. Just as I was passing London Bridge, it turned into Christmas (sorry, Festivus). Borough Market was absolutely covered in snow. They were filming Bridget Jones' Diary.
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It's hard to be happy for Mike Matusow winning the million bucks in Vegas -- although I would rather see him win it than Hellmuth. As I've written in the past, Matusow is obviously a great talent. In the past he has been unable to avoid blowing up. It would appear that he has managed to avoid it this time (or maybe he just, finally, got lucky!). But it's hard to warm to him.
Hellmuth, on the other hand, just isn't very good. I don't know if I was one of the earliest people to point out that one of the guy's major flaws was that he was crap and that the advice he gave would send you broke. This was before Poker madness set in, kind of "a long long time ago" in Star Wars terms.
Matusow's comment to Hellmuth that it was better to go out with nothing than to be blinded to death almost had me rooting for Mike. How long before Hellmuth gets the nickname "weak-tight bitch"?
Get this from the post-match interview. You need to be an experienced tournament player to truly understand the bollocks that Hellmuth is talking here.
“I played so great. But, so what? It doesn’t mean anything. The American public doesn’t understand how unlucky I got. I had Hoyt stealing my blinds over and over and just when I have a chance to bust him (with A-Q), he wakes up with Aces. I mean, how unlucky is that?”
This, recall, is the man who would go ballistic if you took a stand with 98s (which has considerably more chance in this situation than AQ). Nice read, Phil.
