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Weather strain
May. 22nd, 2006 10:42 amYou can almost set your annual clock by the fact that, if anyone comes to visit me, London will suffer the weather that foreigners seem to think we suffer all the time. It pissed down yesterday. But Oxford Street was still packed. Or perhaps the umbrellas made it seem packed.
Travelling into London on a Saturday or Sunday is very different from travelling in during the week. For a start, most people do not seem to know where they are going. But (and here's the cunning part), if they do know where they are going, there is a good chance that London Underground or the Rail Service or the Utilities Companies or the road repairers will have fetched up something "special" just for the weekend to make sure that your planned route will not function. Yesterday it was the entire Charing Cross branch of the Northern Line. Luckily, this plan was thwarted, in that I had no need to use the Charing Cross branch of the London Underground. Hah! Eat shit, London Underground!
The train back to Lewisham was joined by two of the weirdest cyclists ever to ride the planet. Aged 75 if they were a day, this (I assume) husband-and-wife team were resplendent in matching blue helmets, full yellow and silver reflective gear regalia, and very short shorts, exposing legs which, to be frank, would hardly be described as "cycling-muscular". "Belsen-applicant", might have been closer to the mark.
Frightening.
Well, four days not going into the office, and no-one seems to have complained or, as far as I can see, noticed. Back in tomorrow. It's a tough week. Mum's birthday tomorrow and a visit to Brighton on Wednesday evening. And I'm miles behind on stuff that I would normally get done at the weekend but which I didn't get done this past weekend. Lucky that a bank holiday is coming up.
Poker has suffered, in the sense that I literally have not had the time to play. I managed to slot in an hour on Saturday morning, and the bad run is over. Things are chugging along okay, if not spectacularly. No massive wins and no massive losses -- mainly within the bounds of the single standard-deviation zone, which is the way I like it.
Of course, I will have to have several triple standard-deviation moves at $5-$10, and get through them, before I'll be able to cope with them the same way that I can when they occur at $2-$4. But, forewarned is forearmed. I'm comfortable with my game, which is, I think, the most important thing.
Apart from all that, my emotional life is a mess. But, well, you all knew that anyway, didn't you?
Travelling into London on a Saturday or Sunday is very different from travelling in during the week. For a start, most people do not seem to know where they are going. But (and here's the cunning part), if they do know where they are going, there is a good chance that London Underground or the Rail Service or the Utilities Companies or the road repairers will have fetched up something "special" just for the weekend to make sure that your planned route will not function. Yesterday it was the entire Charing Cross branch of the Northern Line. Luckily, this plan was thwarted, in that I had no need to use the Charing Cross branch of the London Underground. Hah! Eat shit, London Underground!
The train back to Lewisham was joined by two of the weirdest cyclists ever to ride the planet. Aged 75 if they were a day, this (I assume) husband-and-wife team were resplendent in matching blue helmets, full yellow and silver reflective gear regalia, and very short shorts, exposing legs which, to be frank, would hardly be described as "cycling-muscular". "Belsen-applicant", might have been closer to the mark.
Frightening.
Well, four days not going into the office, and no-one seems to have complained or, as far as I can see, noticed. Back in tomorrow. It's a tough week. Mum's birthday tomorrow and a visit to Brighton on Wednesday evening. And I'm miles behind on stuff that I would normally get done at the weekend but which I didn't get done this past weekend. Lucky that a bank holiday is coming up.
Poker has suffered, in the sense that I literally have not had the time to play. I managed to slot in an hour on Saturday morning, and the bad run is over. Things are chugging along okay, if not spectacularly. No massive wins and no massive losses -- mainly within the bounds of the single standard-deviation zone, which is the way I like it.
Of course, I will have to have several triple standard-deviation moves at $5-$10, and get through them, before I'll be able to cope with them the same way that I can when they occur at $2-$4. But, forewarned is forearmed. I'm comfortable with my game, which is, I think, the most important thing.
Apart from all that, my emotional life is a mess. But, well, you all knew that anyway, didn't you?
