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One of the side-effects of writing about insurance is that you keep in touch with weather events, and so it was that, this time last week, as Cat and I rushed to avoid the rain that was just beginning to lash the South Bank, I said: "there's worse to come this time next week. Saturday in London, Monday in Hamburg. You'll see".
My prognosis was based on the shit-load of snow that had the previous day dumped itself on the plains of the US "from Canada to Mexico", and which moved quickly eastwards, hitting the US East Coast with heavy rains. As a general rule, the UK has five to six days to wait before the tail-end of that kind of weather front hits. And, sure as eggs is eggs, it's pissing down today and the meteorologists are warning of several days of wind, rain, and locusts.
Hell, man, and they pay you for this?
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Apart from the fact that Pokerstars remains the kiss of death any time I sit down with any money (and why do all of the players have to be short-stacked college kids who whine like babies every time the one loose player in a million you manage to find gets a lucky outdraw?) I've been chugging slowly along at the other sites, trying to take frequent breaks, not overplaying and attempting to "pace" myself more. This will probably entail me playing fewer hands this year, but I fear that in my case more hands does not necessarily mean more money. I can only maintain focus for a set amount of time and the batteries need to recharge for longer the more I feel alienated by the game. So, short sharp bursts seem to work best. If I can force myself to pull away when I hit a bad set of hands as quickly as I leave when I run well, this should bode better for results, if only because I will be playing less often when tired.
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A few years ago the world was convinced that one bite of beef on the bone would give you CJD within a month. As a result, oxtail was, I thought, consigned to the history books of "stuff we used to eat". But, no. Yesterday I was in Tesco (which reintroduced joints of beef on the bone a couple of years ago) and, there it was, oxtail!. Yowza. It's in the slow-cooker now and I will be munching it for dinner. Last week I cooked up a couple of braised lamb shanks (Halal, I knew that Al Qaeda was good for something) which is about as close as you can get to mutton these days. 24 hours in the slow cooker and, fuckin' brilliant.
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My prognosis was based on the shit-load of snow that had the previous day dumped itself on the plains of the US "from Canada to Mexico", and which moved quickly eastwards, hitting the US East Coast with heavy rains. As a general rule, the UK has five to six days to wait before the tail-end of that kind of weather front hits. And, sure as eggs is eggs, it's pissing down today and the meteorologists are warning of several days of wind, rain, and locusts.
Hell, man, and they pay you for this?
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Apart from the fact that Pokerstars remains the kiss of death any time I sit down with any money (and why do all of the players have to be short-stacked college kids who whine like babies every time the one loose player in a million you manage to find gets a lucky outdraw?) I've been chugging slowly along at the other sites, trying to take frequent breaks, not overplaying and attempting to "pace" myself more. This will probably entail me playing fewer hands this year, but I fear that in my case more hands does not necessarily mean more money. I can only maintain focus for a set amount of time and the batteries need to recharge for longer the more I feel alienated by the game. So, short sharp bursts seem to work best. If I can force myself to pull away when I hit a bad set of hands as quickly as I leave when I run well, this should bode better for results, if only because I will be playing less often when tired.
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A few years ago the world was convinced that one bite of beef on the bone would give you CJD within a month. As a result, oxtail was, I thought, consigned to the history books of "stuff we used to eat". But, no. Yesterday I was in Tesco (which reintroduced joints of beef on the bone a couple of years ago) and, there it was, oxtail!. Yowza. It's in the slow-cooker now and I will be munching it for dinner. Last week I cooked up a couple of braised lamb shanks (Halal, I knew that Al Qaeda was good for something) which is about as close as you can get to mutton these days. 24 hours in the slow cooker and, fuckin' brilliant.
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